
Happy Birthday, Oji! Obviously a cheat. This is baby Oji. He was 4
months old when we got him. Seems like just yesterday that he was so tiny
and could be easily held. We were told he is part Aussie, part Queensland
and would be 55-60 lbs. HA. He definitely exceeded that! I said he looked
like an African cat. So I looked for an African name. Oji -- "bearer of
gifts."
Oji is our first baby, our only son. We are definitely dog people. Shhh,
don't tell anyone -- this is just between us, but...we speak to him in a
British accent. I don't know why. We never tell him he is handsome. We
tell him he is 'so f***ing handsome." With the accent. We spoon him. We
"smother him with love" meaning hubby and I both hug him at the same time
and put a leg over him. I encourage Oji to kiss hubby's face. A lot. And
he does it and hubby just takes it. We say he likes to kiss hubby more than
me because hubby is a spicy Mexican. I kiss Oji's nose all the time and let
him know if his nose is the 'perfect temperature". I advise him of this in
the accent, of course. And if his nose is cold I rub it with a blanket or
my shirt or sweater and warm it up. Oji is allowed on/in our bed, on the
couch -- pretty much wherever he wants to be. This is Oji's house and Oji's
world. He just let's us live in it.