This is Frida, Oliver’s girlfriend. She sleeps in a closet until about 7 a.m.,
when she wakes up to stare at me. Does she have to go out? No. She just wants to watch me sleep.
If she jumps on the bed, Oliver has to lay directly on top of me or buries himself under the covers to let her know that he’s the favorite. This is especially nice if it’s cold.
Dogs are the best.
