Odie Odesimo

Meet Odie.

Also known as Odis.

Doesn't he look cute?

He is a Yorkie-Poo, which means he is half Yorkshire Terrier and half Poodle.  I think that Terrier and Poo are a good explanation.  Just sayin'.

When this little dog came into our family, we already had one dog.  Milo.  A good, sweet, lovable dog who simply adores me.  Why did we need to get one more then?  Well, the way that the Mr. figured it, Milo needed a friend.  Milo loves his friends, but needed a bro, a pal, a buddy.  So, Craigslist here we came. 

"One cute adorable puppy, who will not grow any bigger, not potty trained but good with children".  

We went, we saw, and Milo approved.

Being a baby yet, Odie was allowed to do whatever he wanted in Milo's eyes.  Want this toy? Sure!  Oh, you want my dogbone?  Sure!  Sleep in my bed?  Sure!  

And he grew.

The potty training was not a joy, let's just say that he has learned.  He loves to chew socks, toilet paper, wrappers, and store his treasures under the sofa.  He likes to lay ON you, not next to you, always, his head at least is on you.  He barks to let you know someone is coming up the driveway.  Sometimes it's even our driveway.  He lets us know when people are walking past our fence.  He can dig a hole like to no other dog.  Vegetable gardens are no match for him.  There isn't anything that he is not interested in.  He is still gullible enough to believe that he will get that treat whenever he comes in from outside.  He gets sick on red dog treats.  Cries to have ice-cream.  Snarls and nips at men he doesn't like.  Has the most adorable almond shaped eyes...which have saved him many times from a hollerin'.  Yes, he is truly his own personality.

Fast forward to now.

Odie has gotten a BIT bigger than we when we got him.   He came the size of half a loaf of bread and is now the size of 2 loaves of bread.   He now stands taller than Milo (who is a Teddy Bear....half Shitzu and half Bichon).  He is just as long.  He can take Milo down faster than you can say Half Nelson.  See that toy?  It's mine.  You have a snack?  I'll just take that from you.  Your bed you say?  Mine now, sucker. 

And yet, Milo loves him.  He tolerates him.  He treats him as if he is still a baby.  He gives up whatever he has for Odie.  He lets Odie lay on top of him when he takes his nap, always.  Even if he doesn't feel well.  He does it out of patience, tolerance and love.  This is his brother.  His family. 

And Odie loves Milo, from the bottom of his younger heart, he adores Milo.  Wherever he goes, Odie goes.  Whatever Milo is doing, he wants to be a part of it.  They play tug of war with rope toys and snuggle up  to each other.  They love each other.

One day, Odie will grow older and Milo will slow down.  And feelings and attitude will shift.  Odie will become the caretaker, the giver, the one who has more patience.  He will be the one to give up, step aside, take that turn.   Until then, he remains the baby.  The little puff ball of fur that grew.