Are you all aware that today is National Dog Day?! (I wasn’t either.) Well it is and I thought this would be a perfect day to share with you a little bit more about our dog, Oooj 🙂
The first question people ask is “How did Oooj get his name?” Oooj is short for Oooju Booju because he was, hands down, the cutest puppy I’d ever seen and I just kept saying “Oooju booju mooju peecho oooju!” to him. (Totally obnoxious. No doubt he was saying, “Please don’t let this lady adopt me.”) So of course I didn’t want to embarrass him his whole life and shortened it all to “Oooj.” The second question people ask is what kind of dog he is. We’re not exactly sure but have been told by numerous vets that he’s a Schnauzer/Poodle mix.. they call it a “Schnoodle.”
I got Oooj in the summer before my Junior year of college. The night I brought him home, we spent the evening in my parents kitchen, just staring at each other and getting to know one another. That’s when Oooj and I became inseparable – he was always aware of where I was and he’s still that way to this day 🙂
We moved to Chicago soon after and Oooj became a city dog, quickly learning and teaching me that he did not love the city, loud noises, fast moving cars, and other dogs. I felt so bad leaving him every day while I was at work and so when the opportunity came about to rescue a kitten, I knew this little kitty would be a perfect buddy for him. And so, Oooj & Cleo became two peas in a pod, quickly becoming best friends. (And truly – they are.)
Oooj & Cleo play together (she mostly terrorizes him and steals & hides all of his toys), sleep together, and just as Oooj is ever protective with me, he is also super protective over her. I often find them snuggling, Cleo’s arm around him.
When X and I started dating, I was really anxious to see how Oooj would react to a man coming over to the apartment. My mom had always said you can judge a person by the way your dog treats them (ha) and I was kind of interested to see how that would all go down. I’d had no need to worry though, because Oooj and X were instant buddies… in fact, Oooj is more obsessed with X than he is me now.
Oooj has always loved his toys/stuffed animals, or as we call them- his “babies.” If he’s happy or excited, he’ll run to the other room to grab one of them and then run around the house, squeaking it. He sleeps with his babies too, which is always hilarious to wake up in the morning and have an “Oooju baby” at the foot of the bed, along with Oooj and Cleo. (We’re slowly running out of room.)
Why so many babies, you ask? Well that’s because literally every time Christian passes a PetsMart, he runs inside to get Oooj a new baby. EVERY SINGLE TIME. We have a huge bin of Oooju babies and for the life of me I can’t bring myself to throw any of them away…. Oooj still plays with them all.
Oooj is also a lover of little blankets and has no problem getting under one and snuggling up… also looking incredibly cute and he pretty much can have whatever he wants when he does this.
Oooj has had “the look” down since the night I brought him home, and he sure knows how to use “the look” to his advantage (works every time.) The term “puppy dog eyes”?? Pretty sure this guy started that whole thing.
Having grown up with a lot of dogs, I can honestly say that Oooj is the sweetest dog I’ve ever known. He is a very emotional dog (ha!), wouldn’t hurt a fly (in fact, he’s afraid of bugs- flies especially), he is SUCH a love, and as protective as he is over me – he makes a terrible guard dog. (That’s where Cleo comes in.) Loud noise at the door? Oooj goes running to the corner to take cover and growl, while Cleo runs to the door like, “What’s your problem, Oooj?”
I wouldn’t go as far as to call Oooj a “wuss” (okay, maybe I would) but he is MY wuss and therefore, he’s perfect. He’s the biggest love I’ve ever known in an animal and I am thankful for each and every snuggle, walk, look, playful game, and for each excited tail wag I get when I walk through the door.
So, Oooj, happy day to YOU, you handsome sir. I hope your day is filled with lots of treats, babies, and that Cleo respects your space today and doesn’t hide your toys.