My Dog is a Log

I have to share this.  It's funny in a bad way.

Last night, Nick and I took Oscar outside, and then Nick was going to leave.  I was at the bottom of the stairs saying Bye while Oscar ran up the stairs like he always does.  This time was different.  Oscar uses a retractable leash, and this is why he is able to climb to the top of the stairs while I am still at the bottom working my way up.  Well, this time I guess he got tangled in the leash and fell.  More like tumbled.  I was talking to Nick then looked to find Oscar literally ROLLING down the concrete stairs like a log.  Nick said he looked like a Slinky.  Either way, you can imagine the visual.  So, I immediately start doing this dancing in place thing, trying to catch my rolling dog while at the same time going "Ooo Ooo Ooo Oscar!"  Yeah, that's funny to imagine, too.  Oscar has just too much momentum for me to get a hold of him, so I didn't catch him until he almost hit the bottom step.  By now I have freak-out tears in my eyes because I swear he is going to have a broken skull and brain damage, but at the same time I'm laughing so hard that I can't breathe.  Nick is calm one.  He tells me to be quiet because my neighbors will hear me.  Haha yeah right.  Just thinking about it makes me wince and bust out laughing to myself.  Dear Lord the things that happen when you least expect it.  For the record, he was just a little shakey and scared of the stairs for a minute, but now he's fine.

Anyway, now to lighten the mood, here's a picture of Oscar NOT falling down stairs:  
 

This was taken while we were hanging out at Nick's apt. one day.

Oh a day in the life...

As I type this, Oscar has currently perched himself on top of our couch ottoman, which has a fuzzy blanket artfully draped across it, and curled up into a little ball facing the T.V.  I have already yelled at him once to "Get Down!" and I would be mad... if he wasn't so cute.  With a face like that he can get away with anything.

It's just me and him tonight, and he has about had it with me doing homework and not letting him walk across my laptop and snot all over the screen.  He has had a day full of visitors, and I am actually enjoying the quiet "me" time.

Oscar is all nice and healed from his minor operation two weeks ago, and has returned back to his normal self.  With the exception of being much calmer.  It's like when they removed his man parts, he grew up a little.  Now, he likes to snuggle.  This was NEVER possible before.  There was NO snuggling without there being biting, knawing, and clawing.  Now, he will actually lay on my lap and chill.  Awwww my little man is growing up and putting his big boy pants on.  The change is definitely welcome.

Welp, that's about all I have for tonight.  I think I'm going to go steal Oscar's idea (not laying on the ottoman, but relaxing, yes).  

Upcoming posts:  BETTY IS GOING TO GUEST BLOG and HILARIOUS VIDEO OF OSCAR CHASING A BUG (This sounds kind of lame, but it's internet-worthy.  Promise!)
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Thank you to ALLLLLLL who read and keep up with my blog!  I like to think I'm writing to the world, but I know this is not the case.  So thanks to those who care enough to read my two cents about raising a puppy.  Comments are welcome :) 

Oscar Got Fixed

At 7:00 AM on Friday morning, my alarm went off.  Whyyyyyy so early on my only day off this week AND during winter break?  Oscar was getting his manhood taken away from him at 8:00 a.m. sharp.  Needless to say, I just threw in my contacts and wore my pajamas there.  With a pair of Ugg boots any outfit can be pulled off in public.  (That was kind of a joke)  Anyway, Oscar was pumped when he was let out of his crate so early in the morning to go immediately on a car ride.  He loves car rides.  Even if Betty or I are just taking him outside to go potty, he will sometimes sit by either of our cars and bark, not budging, hoping to go on an adventure.  But, this time we weren't going on an adventure.  No visiting family, the park, or the drive-thru gas station where they gave him a dog treat one time that almost made him jump out the car window.  This trip was going be no fun.

I think he realized that we were not going to any usual place when we were in the car for over half an hour on the way to Jackson.  He started to get antsy.  When we finally made it to the vet, he refused to walk inside.  He had to be carried in.  It's like he knew.  The whole time I was filling out paperwork and talking to the receptionist he was shaking, clawing, and freaking out.  Now, here comes the mom part:  It was so sad to see the look in his eyes when the lady took him from me to take him to the back to get prepped for surgery.  It was a cross between "What the hell is going on?" and "Why are you leaving me?"

When it was time to pick him up, I swear he was glaring at me and dropping the F-bomb.  But, he was happy to get back in my car, safe and sound in his crate, and pass out for the rest of the night.  It was so abnormal to have a calm Oscar just chilling by me when I watched T.V.  Normally, he acts like a child who has just been given permission to eat an entire pack of Juicy Fruit.  Barking, clawing, toys, toys, TOYS, walking on laptops, barking some more...  What can I say, I didn't really know what to do with myself with nothing to laugh or yell at.

In the end, Betty and I now have the phrase "Stop licking your stiches!" and a nice visual of Oscar attacking his crotch to look forward to for the next week :)