Oliver became that dude at the dog park: the humper. The worst part is, we don't even go to one of those little dog parks for yorkies and chihuahuas. There's our dog, going after a Great Dane. (Granted he can only reach the knee cap.) You name it, he's humped it. It's so embarrassing. And every time I yell at him to stop, he just looks at me with this creepy dog-smile.
You've changed, bro.