Oliver was special to a lot of people in his life. He started out as my dad's puppy, and grew very attached to him. When my father passed away in December, 2004, I took Oliver in as my own to pick up where my dad left off. He was stubborn; my dad's personality rubbed off on him! He loved to dance! You could tap your feet on the floor, and he'd tap his right along with you. He will be missed. I'd like to think he's dancing with my dad somewhere on a cloud tonight.