Updated on September 18, 2016
I’ve been living here now for more than a month- and still didnt write anything about the cutest, most lovely creature I live with, I talk about everyday and talk to everyday, and I couldn‘t live without. My biggest love and passion, my everything.
I cannot imagine how life can go on when I’ll be back in Germany and I won‘t be able to see him anymore, won‘t be able to touch him anymore. He‘s the one I live for. He’s the one I would die for.
And I think maybe I should stay here. For the one I fell in love with at first sight, for him.
And He‘s a dog. But what does this matter when you are in love?
When he bites me, I know he’s just hurting me to let me notice how important he is to me.
When he barks loudly, I know it’s his courtship.
Oliver ist he one I’ve always dreamed of and now this dream came true. Every word is too weak to explain how that makes me feel.