One of the many things l like most about this particular breed is their ears. They’re long, curly, and puffy – as my niece likes to put it.

Although I am in love with every single molecule that is Oliver, I think it’s his ears that makes him so utterly adorable and causes me to melt every single day.

I simply can’t resist but to tell him he is pretty every three minutes.

If he actually knew what I was saying, his head would be so big that it would be on the verge of exploding at any second.

Or I suppose it is also possible that he would be so annoyed with me that he’d roll his eyes at me and tell me to shove it.

Sometimes I’m so glad he can’t talk back to me.

Anyway, the ears! They’re pretty! And long!

It’s only a couple more weeks until he’ll be using them for take-off.