I’m Coming With…

Oscar gets to go to a lot of places over the summer, including – but not limited to – Movies in the Park on Thursday nights, Concerts in the Park on Friday nights, random beer gardens and sidewalk patios on Saturdays, numerous walks, and ice cream runs on Sundays. He loves it.

Somehow, he instinctively knows when we’re going somewhere and gets super excited – jumping up and down, running in circles, he’s ready to party.

The other night Robinson and I were getting ready to leave. We were going to meet friends and Oscar wasn’t invited. Oscar, on the other hand, picked up on the cues and knew we were getting ready to go somewhere. He was so determined to come with us that when I opened the door, he ran out into the hallway and stood there, unmoving. He stayed in the hallway for a good ten minutes, coaxed back only through multiple treats.

With his ego battered and bruised, he showed his feelings for not being invited by peeing on our bedpost.

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Oscar will not be left behind. Here he is standing in protest in our hallway.

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KFC

This little painting has been with me for about 10 years. It followed me from place to place and has always been visible in my home. It’s a couple of Boston Terriers eating chicken and was a gift from my friend Pam.

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Here’s the back story….

Robinson brought home some KFC one evening after work. He set the KFC box on the kitchen counter before he jumped in the shower. Post shower, he returns to the kitchen and asks me, “Did you have a piece of my KFC?”

I say no. Then we look at each other and knew. Oscar!!!

IMG_0317.JPGThe counter was too high for little Oscar to reach. We think he must’ve hopped up onto a kitchen chair, then onto the kitchen table and from there jumped onto the kitchen counter. He was somehow able to get his little flat face into the KFC box and took a piece of chicken. He also must’ve knew it was wrong, because when we found him, he was hiding under a blanket on the couch eating the piece of KFC.

Moving Day: Part I

We lived in our cute little home on 5th Avenue for the first 5 years of Oscar’s life. We had a fenced in backyard that was Oscar’s domain. When we sold that house, as part of our downsizing efforts to move abroad, I was worried about what Oscar would think and how he’d adjust.

On that move, everything was packed in boxes. Oscar stopped eating for a day, and then started pooping all over the house. Although he had never experienced a move before, he could clearly pick up on the energy and was nervous and unsettled.

We moved into the top part of a duplex not far from our old house. I hated that place, but I knew it was temporary. There were two good things about that place: the doors were old and the latches worn. Oscar figured out by day 2 that if he pushed hard enough on the door or ran into it, it would open. After enough successful attempts, Robinson gave up on keeping the bedroom door closed at night at Oscar finally started sleeping with us. The other good thing about that place is that it had a wraparound porch and when the weather was nice, Oscar would go out there during the day and sit and wait for me to come home from work. I could see him up there as I neared the duplex and he’d get excited and run to the door.

After 2 years at that stupid duplex, Robinson went to Bogota and Oscar and I moved into Bob’s basement for three months.  Oscar was nervous again as we sold furniture, boxed up our reduced belonging and moved to Bob’s. I always wondered if he understood he’d see Robinson again soon, if he was confused why he wasn’t there or how much he missed him.

When I got ready to move from Bob’s to Bogota, Oscar seemed to pick up on a different type of energy. The day my parents came to get me, I started moving my few remaining suitcases and boxes outside. Oscar followed me and wouldn’t come back into Bob’s house. It was as if he thought if he did go back inside, he’d be left behind.

He had to go into his little travel bag on the plane. The first flight was rough. Then he seemed to accept it and understand. He adjusted to our new little apartment in Bogota. This apartment had interior facing windows and he’d watch out the window as people came up the steps. He seemed to know when it was Robinson or me coming up and I could watch him get excited to see us.

We moved to a second apartment in Bogota. He was less nervous this time around, only getting really clingy when the movers came. We rode in the cab of the moving truck and when he pulled up in front of the new apartment, I got out first while Robinson held on to Oscar. Oscar wasn’t having it and jumped out of his arms to get to me.

Living Out of and in a Suitcase

I try not to complain about how much I travel for work because 1.) the ability to travel freely is a privilege denied to many and 2.) less than three years ago I was jobless, burning through my savings and living in a roach infested apartment to save money while we got our feet back under us.

During this time, Oscar was a constant. A constant source of happiness, love, support, stability and non-judgement.

Going back to trying not to complain about work travel… I missed my connection tonight – the last one out – due to the airline’s mechanical error with check-ins and am spending the night at a Detroit airport hotel. One more night away from home and my Big Guy and my Little Guy.

Robinson and I leave for vacation tomorrow. We’ll be gone five days and this was going to my one night to snuggle Oscar before leaving again. I’m sitting in my hotel room feeling lonely, sad and guilty. Somehow, Oscar is able to feel this too. Robinson sent me this picture just minutes ago of Oscar. He climbed into our partially packed suitcase to snuggle. I feel you, Little Buddy. See you in the morning.

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