Our little Oscar was named “Pet of the Month” in our apartment complex this month. I shared this on Facebook yesterday:
“Big day for us here in D.C. Our little Oscar was named “Pet of the Month” in our apartment complex. Sadly, Pet of the Month is not structured the way Miss Universe is, so Oscar won’t be going on to compete in the Pet of the World pageant… yet.”
I had to laugh as one of my friends commented, “Aw, you would’ve been a great pageant mom.” While she might have been being clever, it is probably pretty true. Last night I was in the elevator where they display the Pet of the Month notice. I was in there without Oscar, but I had to point out to the 3 strangers in the elevator with me that Oscar was indeed *my* dog.
In case you’re wondering what the text says, I’ll tell you…