I have a dog. His name is Ollie. He is one of my best friends. He is a bulldog and is absolutely disgusting. He can be CRAZY, or sweet, and even the best snuggler. He has a white face with a light brown spot on his forehead and a rope going over his nose.
Whenever he needs to go outside, he goes to the back door and jumps up. He puts his paws on the wall and bites his leash, then shakes it. There is now a part on the wall where there is no paint. Every morning before the bus comes Ollie and I go outside and take turns chasing each other. One time he ran up to me and jumped on my back and made us both fall.
Every night at dinner he would wait under my little sister and brother for them to drop food. Sometimes I give him some of my dinner when I don’t want to eat it. Most of the time he sits in front of me. He gets a scoop of dog food every night and a refill on his water. None of his food stays in the bowl because all he does is stuff his face in the bowl and still has more than half of a scoop on the outside of the bowl.
At night my room is down the hall and Ollie’s bed is in the living room. His bed is about twenty yards away, and I can hear him snoring all the way from my room. Sometimes at night he would get out of his bed and walk down the hall and go into my room. My door doesn’t shut correctly so if you push on it it will open. He will sometimes get on my bed and snore all night with me.
