Oscar had a great vet when we lived in Bogota. She would come to our apartment to pick him up, and even though she had a truck with kennels in the back for the dogs, she let Oscar ride in the front with her. We boarded Oscar with her when we were traveling and, although I never asked, I’m pretty sure they took him home with them every night instead of leaving him in the kennel with the other dogs.
I recommended her to a friend who was also living in Bogota at the time and she began to board her dog there too. My friend moved back to the States, then we moved back to the States, then my friend moved back to Bogota. When she returned to the vet with her dog, our vet told her, “Oscar se fui.” Oscar left.
I was so touched she remembered Oscar and that Oscar left an impression on her, as I believe, he does with everyone he meets.
On the second day that Oscar became my dog, I brought him to see my dear friends, Lauren and Cathy. I had been babysitting Lauren since she was nine months old. She was 9 years old when she wrote this entry in her diary, commentating the first time she met Oscar. It’s clear he made a strong first impression.
Her mom recently found this diary entry when cleaning. Lauren is now 22 years old.
Every year I ask a friend of mine to photoshop Oscar into a current events photo for New Year. Here’s our 2017 new years card… wishing you and yours a royally awesome new year!
I started reading the book, “A Dog’s Purpose”. I haven’t read a dog novel for a long time. I always end up in tears and Robinson tells me I shouldn’t read them anymore. I likely won’t read a dog book again for a really long time.
As much as I hate how the book makes me sad, I am happy that it is making me reflect. Oscar’s 12 years with us has had many purposes. Here are ten:
1.) He brings me balance.
2.) He makes me happy.
3.) He brings me home, which – for a seeker like me – is essential.
4.) He helped Robinson and me define what a family could look like for us.
5.) He’s makes me less afraid.
6.) He makes me stop and smell the roses.
7.) He makes me stop and talk to strangers
8.) He makes me more curious.
9.) He helps me make excuses and say no to obligations I don’t want to take on, as in, “Gee, I would love to, but I have to go home and let Oscar out.”
10.) He makes me feel like the most important person in the entire world. And I know I am, to him.
When Oscar was around two years old, he competed in a local “Pet Olympics” event. He won a gold medal in the peanut butter lick off contest, beating out other dogs 20 times his size. Take that, Michael Phelps
Most days, early in the morning, Oscar will go from being on top of the covers at the foot of the bed to snuggling next to me under the covers. It starts with him gentling tapping on my shoulder with his paw, me opening the covers, and him crawling under the covers and cuddling close to me – snuggled into a little ball under my arm.
This morning we went through the usual routine, but after about a minute of snuggling, he crawled out to give me kisses for a good 30 seconds before going back under the covers.
I hate being woken up, but I will always make an exception for this.
It’s officially “hot dog” season in DC. Last Friday we took Oscar to Concerts in the Park and he was sure eyeing my ice cold beer.