Well, dear fans, I’m here to tell you that I can usually get what I want no matter how I act. If you check the history of my posts, you’ll see I’ve been writing for ten years, but I was already two years old. Not only am I a successful individual, I am extraordinarily handsome and well-coordinated. This blog is not my resume, so I won’t bore you with the details of my exploits, but suffice it to say that I’ve been around. I speak to just about everyone and can keep my cool if I don’t get the proper response. Things haven’t changed much since I last wrote. See who’s in front below? Biscuit may be beautiful and strong, but he eventually yields to me, Oliver the powerhouse. Oliver the great.

Look closely. See the toothmarks on that brown package? My point is that I can still carry heavy packages in to you with my teeth. Just sayin’. I dropped it for a minute to pose for your photo of me. The cone I happen to be sporting in the photo above is quite fashionable in my age group. I was just trying it on for a few weeks after my doctor found a little problem on my foot. I single-pawedly improved. In fact, I made a magnificent recovery. Thank you for asking.

She (my doctor) said I was an “excellent boy.” I didn’t take offense at her inadvertent condescension. I focused on the “excellent” part and ignored the “boy.” It was a choice. Also, I was very brave and barely needed any anesthetic. I only cried once in my life that I can remember. It was when a lovely friend said goodbye. I was quite small then and it was my first important loss. I’ve learned since how to fill up my eyes with love for what’s in front of me.

Advice from Oliver: Courage comes easier to some than others. Some of it is choice.