New Years Over the Years

I shared our 2018 New Years card in my last post. This inspired me to go back and try to find all of our New Years card where Oscar had a staring role:

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This is one of my favorites. Oscar in Ellen Degeneres’ famous Oscar selfie

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Oscar is a sombrero. Our tag line that year was Feliz Navidog.

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2006: The year of the dog. This was the first New Year’s card featuring Oscar. He was 1.5 years old.

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Oscar ringing in the New Year’s with a bottle of champagne.

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This was in January of 2016. We thought it was funny at the time. We also thought it would never happen.

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2017. Wishing you a royally awesome new year.

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2013.

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I think this was 2012. Oscar with the hat from the royal wedding. I probably said, “Wishing you a royally awesome New Year” again.

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I think this was 2014. “Happy New Years, Fool!”

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Happy New Year

Every year my friend Cathy helps me photoshop Oscar’s picture to a current event from the last year to use as our New Years card to family and friends. I have to admit, this past year was a hard one because the world felt pretty dark. We ended up photoshopping a pink pussy hat on Oscar.

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We #resist you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Abundance

Oscar had a pet sitter for four days while we were away for Christmas. Before we left, I counted the handfuls of his food, measuring enough for the time we’d be gone, plus a few more days to be safe. We came home last night to a completely empty bag of dog food and a fat little dog.

Oscar got what he wanted for Christmas, that’s for sure.

May you and yours experience the same abundance.

Where the Wild Things Are, aka Oscar the Glove Snatcher

Back when I was running Hungry Dog Designs, a friend of mine from yoga wrote this very endearing news article about Oscar. It’s my favorite piece of press Oscar has earned.

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“This is Oscar, aka Hungry Dog.

Oscar is 110% comfortable and confident with who he is, won’t back down to anything (even maybe when he should), loves an adventure, and will do anything for a treat.

This is me.

I have a tendency to worry too much about coloring within the lines and have a constant ‘to do’ list running through my mind. I thought I could learn a thing or two from Oscar.

The above is the bio/mission statement for Hungry Dog Designs, an innovative, fabulously quirky greeting card business run by local entrepreneur Paula Fynboh. Her leap of creative faith came with the help of inspiration from Oscar, her Boston Terrier (sometimes referred to as her Boston Terrorist for his random devious nature). Maybe not everything she know she learned from her do but he has led her down a path to try something new and not worry about where the road takes her – as long as there are treats along the way.

Indeed, treats mean the world to Oscar. He is one of those “food, there’s food, where’s the food?” type of dogs. “He would re-shingle the roof if there was food involved.”

Not necessarily a proud dog when it comes to fulfilling his gourmand lifestyle, he will do the following for treats of any kind: sit, lay down, play dead, dance like a ballerina, wave, give kisses and dress up like a hot dog for Halloween. He even plays hid and seek but hasn’t quite figured out the hiding part. Unfortunately, with his voracious appetite comes an unpleasant, odiferous situation that Boston Terriers are notorious for. At a mere 15-pounds he’s been known to clear a room or two.

Oscar himself has some notoriety in the area. A couple of months ago on a walk around the Lakes he ran up to a couple of women sitting on a park bench. They oohed and awhed over him, petted him and made him the center of attention (which he loves). After finding out his name was Oscar they exclaimed, “this isn’t Oscar the Glove Snatcher from Lake Harriet, is it?” Turns out, last winter an elderly gentleman was sitting on a park bench at Lake Harriet and went to pet Oscar. Oscar grabbed the glove off his hand and shook it as if it was a predator of some sort.

South Minneapolis will have to say good bye to Oscar as he will soon be off on an adventure of intrigue and discovery. Paula and husband will be taking him to Bogota, Colombia where they will embrace a lifelong dream of living abroad. With the age of Internet everything, Paula will still be running her card business. 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.

A Giant Dog Bed?

One of my favorite stories about Oscar as a puppy is when we got our new bed. Oscar must’ve been around 1 years old, maybe younger. Robinson and I were recently married and we purchased a new king-size, platform bed that sat low to the ground. At this point in time, Oscar was still not allowed (by Robinson) to sleep with us at night and was relegated to our downstairs (we closed the door that separated the upstairs from the downstairs).

Our mattress arrived before the bed frame did and we disassembled our queen bed with the box spring. Even though Oscar wasn’t allowed to sleep with us in that bed, I think the sheer height of the bed also felt like an obstacle to him.

With the queen size bed gone and the new king size mattress on the floor (easily accessible to a small little Boston Terrier), Oscar got it into his head that our new mattress was for him. To him, this big mattress on the floor must’ve looked like a giant dog bed.

He was so excited. He brought his chew toy upstairs and laid on the mattress and chewed on it. With each new piece of bedding (fitted sheet, sheet, bed spread) that I put on the bed, he’d get off the bed patiently and then get back on it with his chew toy.

That night when we were going to bed, Robinson closed the door separating the upstairs from the downstairs. Oscar cried. He cried and cried. The very next morning, Robinson opened the door and Oscar ran upstairs directly for our new mattress, lifted his leg and peed on it. He was determined that mattress would be his one way or the other.