Oliver is a complete nut case. You can't even look at him from across the room without his starting to wag his whole body, even if he is laying down.
He won't eat his food unless I am right there and if I should walk away mid meal, he will come and get me.
He loves having his ears kissed and will gently push his face over by mine with his ears sort of pushed out toward my face. He loves to snuggle in next to me but whenever I pet or scratch him he goes crazy with wiggles all over. He is like a cat that can't sit still for a pet.
First thing I see when I wake up in the morning is Oliver's crazy face. He usually pushed in tight for some snuggle time before getting up. Once up he starts a "rwow, rwow, rwow" to hurry me up getting his food. He sounds just like Chewbacca from Star Wars. It is funny.
Quite simply, there is nothing to NOT love about Oliver

except all of his injuries.
Carsten is like a little kid with his mama. He follows me around from room to room and is happiest when he is right next to me, preferably leaning right on me.
He loves to snuggle tight and crawls up onto my lap for tight hugs and kisses.
He generally wakes me up by whining. (doesn't make me happy) but as soon as I get up he is so excited and happy to see me he twirls the whole way to the kitchen where he eats his breakfast. He will stop half way through and come and get a kiss then go finish his breakfast. He is a character.
Carsten walks great on a leash and is really fun to take along on walks. He is even more fun to watch run off leash in the woods. He runs about 25 feet in front of me and keeps looking back to make sure I am coming.