Showing posts with label Oscar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oscar. Show all posts
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
71/365: Is Dinner Served?
At our new place in San Jose, the island in the kitchen and the bar stools around them are just the right height for a terrier -- at least an athletic terrier like Oscar -- to jump right up. Around dinner time, Oscie has taken to sitting himself down and waiting for his meal. Which, as of this posting, is not yet being served on fine china and on linen placemats!
Saturday, March 9, 2013
68/365: Square Dog Triumphant
Friends are always sending me pictures of Rat Terriers and Jack Russel Terriers and claiming they are the same as the much rarer Smooth Fox Terrier. Oscar begs to differ. Even though his sticky up ears would keep him out of the show ring, he is a pure bred with extensive papers to show for it. The one way you can always tell a Smooth is that they are "The Little Square Dogs". The length of their backs is in complete proportion to their legs so that when standing, they form a perfect square. Don't even show me those short legged, long backed Jacks. They are NOT the real thing. And that's all Oscar has to say.
Monday, February 25, 2013
56/365: Freckle Nose
I'm always trying to get pictures of Oscar's freckly long nose. But this is a dog that is in constant motion. I can't even sneak up on him when he's asleep because he covers up his nose with his paws. But on this day, he came back from a long run at Fort Funston and posed quietly for pictures.
Friday, January 11, 2013
11/365: Take That Water!
We have a little man-made pond in Sonoma that has become a habitat for endangered Western Pond Turtles and the increasingly threatened Western Chorus Frogs. That despite the fact that Oscar loves to stand on a rock in the middle of the pond, bite at the water and bark and bark and bark and bark. I guess the turtles and frogs have figured out that he's harmless. At least if you aren't water.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
9/365: I See You!
While we were in Cabo for over a week, our little Fox Terriers stayed in Sonoma with a babysitter. They had a good time, but they seem to have missed us. Even when he's sleeping next to me on the bed, when I move, Oscar immediately opens one eye to make sure I'm not sneaking off somewhere again.
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