Hamiltots

Olivia and Oliver

Alex shoved his hands in the pockets of his favorite green sweatshirt. It had a Patriots sign on it, with a slash through it, and underneath it read 'Screw You Boston.' He loved it more than anything and he wanted to be wearing it when he met his dog. He also had on some worn out skinny jeans, that were hanging to wearable by a thread. ((HAHA PUNS4LIFE)) Alex rotated in his shoulders in anticipation for his little baby puppy. He could not wait to meet her. He glanced to his side where Martha sat, holding a giggling Anna. "Hi Anna." Alex cooed, he pulled a hand out of his pocket and reached over to her. He placed a hand on her belly and tickled slightly. "Hey baby baby boo. Oh you like that? Awww..." He chuckled to himself as he tickled her stomach.
"I think she enjoys that. Do you want to hold her?" Martha offered the laughing Anna to Alex, arms outstretched.
Alex shook his head. "No. I won the bet and want to be the first one in our entire family to hold Oliver. Meaning I do not want to hold her so I can save all my strength for the little wiggly beast that is Ollie."
"Ugh." Laf grunted from the front seat. "Welp, at least I get front seat."

"Yea, in a baby booster!" Alex teased, he chortled to himself as Martha bounced Anna on her lap.
"She's a baby baby boo. She likes you!" Martha sang shortly.
Alex nodded. "She sure does."
George pulled into the parking lot and stepped on the break. "Alright guys, we're here. At the airport and ready for pick up. Of a dog." George added the last bit, as if they didn't already know why they were there.
"Yay!" Alex yelled as he opened the car door. Martha clambered out after him, Anna still in her arms, and the three ran to the small luggage pick up building.

"Yes. We're here to pick up our dog." Martha sighed, it had been a half-hour and finally the family got some customer service.
"What breed?" The man asked in a monotone voice. His face showed that he was completely serious.

Martha snorted in laughter. "Really? How many dog pick ups do you get?" She stopped laughing when the man glowered at her. "Oh right. Yes, uh, a wo- whoodle. I think that's it. A wheaten terrier."
"How many?"
"Seriously? His name is Oliver. One." Martha responded as Alex watched from his seat in the waiting room.
The man nodded. "Alright, got it. I'll be right back ma'am." He walked off and through some big, metal double doors.
Martha walked back over to where George, Laf and Alex all sat patiently, but anxious. "Is he gonna get him? That man, get Oliver, for us to take home and love forever?" Alex asked, his legs bounced nervously.
"I'm sorry, did you say you were here for a whoodle?" A woman nearby asked.
Alex nodded. "A wheaten terrier poodle mix, or a whoodle." He responded. "Is there a reason that you'd like to know?"

"Are you getting Oliver?" The woman questioned.

Alex gaped. "We sure are." Martha swooped in. "Why?"
The woman laughed. "I am getting Oliver's sister. Olivia. Funny, when they told me the people getting her brother lived in New York, only and hour away from Connecticut and named him Oliver I almost died of laughter. Olivia, Oliver. Real funny."
"Do you think Olivia and Oliver could have playdates?" Laf blurted. "They could hang out and have fun!"

"Now Laf, I'm sure this lady doesn't want to have to bring her puppy here from Connecticut." George reasoned.
"No no! That sounds nice, it'd be good for them to be able to see one another." The woman pat George's knee. 

"Really? Yay!" Laf and Alex cheered together.