It’s springtime and Oscar has been enjoying going out onto our little terrace and soaking in the sunshine. The other weekend I moved our bathmat to the terrace so he could both soak in the sun and lay on the soft bath mat he likes so much. He was in heaven.
Every 5 to 10 minutes he’d get up and peek through the window to see if I was still there.
Last night I took Oscar for a walk to the Tidal Basin to see the cherry blossoms. I’ve done this every year since we moved to DC. This is our 4th time!
I’m grateful to be able to go for a five mile walk in my own body, much less with my little 14-year old buddy by my side. Walking with him, seeing him healthy and soaking in all the beauty around me reminds me of how lucky I am. I have a good life.
We were stopped along the way by some Japanese tourists. They wanted to photograph Oscar. This will happen time to time and I’m always happy to oblige. I love how he brings joy and memories to other people too!
Oscar being adored and photographed by cherry blossom tourists.
Oscar turned 14 a couple weeks ago. I am grateful for every day I get with my little guy. To celebrate, I found a recipe for dog-friendly biscuits and frosting on Pinterest. It’s the very least I could do for all the unconditional love and comfort this little dog gives me.
I’m not going to get into details, but work and life – which sometimes meshes and becomes one of the same – has been intense and emotional over the last several weeks. I’ve spent most of the last few weeks on an airplane or in a hotel, but when I’ve been home, my little guy is there. He doesn’t ask for much, aside from treats and my lap. He gives his love unapologetically and without condition. He finds my lap, snuggles close and gives me his love. He seems to just know that this is what I need.
Here are some of the images I’ve captured. Just looking at them makes me feel Oscar’s love and acceptance.
My good friend Lien and her husband promised their two sons a beagle puppy. Their youngest son was determined to name the puppy Oscar.
Lien texted me and said they tried to suggest other names, including Smiley Faced Spider, an insect her kids are obsessed with, but her son was insistent the name would be Oscar.
I was quite honored. So was my Oscar. Now we friends with a dog and friends with a son named after my legendary Boston Terrier. After all, don’t they say imitation is the greatest form of flattery?
Oscar the Beagle.
Before Oscar came to be my dog, his breeder sent me this picture of him. It was love at first site. I printed a copy of the picture and carried it around with me. I saved the email and image on my computer and looked at it everyday. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life.
Last month I wrote about Oscar’s fame in Minneapolis, Pulling up and re-reading that old news article about Oscar and our pending move to Bogota brought back some really great memories. The article ended saying, “But what is to become of Oscar who has a very limited Spanish vocabulary? In the heart of South America, Oscar may not find a predatory glove to attack, but he’s certain to obtain and international reputation and leave a lasting impression.” That made me think of a couple stories from our time in Bogota:
- Oscar the Glove Snatcher became Oscar the Hacky-Sack Snatcher. Oscar and I stumbled across some teenagers playing hacky-sack in a park in Bogota one afternoon. I saw him looking at them out of the corner of his eye and sure enough, one of them kicked their hacky-sack a little too far and Oscar bolted, snatching their hacky-sack in his mouth.
- Oscar continued to grow his fame. A hotel/restaurant/bar by our apartment – in an attempt to attract a gringo clientele – asked Oscar and I to “star” in this advertisement for their dog friendly patio. Photos below… Oscar and I are in the bottom right.