Oscar’s Day

Oscar has had a good day! No accidents in the house! I will say . . I’ve taken him out 437 times (or so it seems).

He’s such a funny little guy. He is so strong (or, am I weak?). Vince was telling me that while I was in Louisiana, he had Oscar out and a butterfly went by and Oscar was so excited and wanted to catch it. This evening we were out and there was a huge bumblebee and Oscar wanted to catch that. He was pulling and tugging and even with a harness, I was afraid he was going to hurt his neck so I picked him up to carry him to another area of the yard but when I put him down, he was still determined to go find that bumblebee.

He knows he’s going to get a treat for going to the bathroom outside and the minute he starts doing his business, he starts looking at me like . . give it to me! I keep saying “you have to finish!”

Remember Oscar’s toy I showed this morning?

As soon as I put my socks on today, I knew it was a bad decision but it was the only clean socks I had downstairs.

I’m not sure how much color dogs can see but today is the first day Oscar has really gone after my socks. I did a little online research before I put the socks on and according to what I read, I doubt he knew my socks were the same color as his new toy but he surely did want these socks today.

Today is the first full day we’ve fed him in the morning and in the evening (vs. having food out for him all day). He’s done well with it. I figured he was starving this afternoon when I fed him but Vince came in and Oscar wanted to play. He had only taken a bite or two of food and walked away from it to get Vince to play with him. Once they were done playing (or Vince was done!), Oscar went back and finished his food so that makes me think he wasn’t too hungry.

When Speck was a puppy, his crate was pretty far from our bedroom. If Vince and I woke up early, we’d whisper and hope Speck wouldn’t hear us and want out of the crate. At first, the minute one of us made sounds like we were getting out of bed, Oscar wanted out of his crate. For the last few days, he’s still asleep when I get up. I slip on my jeans and take him outside, then come in and get dressed for real. This morning when I opened his crate door, that woke him so I think he is growing up.

Tomorrow he’ll be 4 months old. Time flies! In some ways, I hate for him to grow up and no longer be a puppy but in way more ways, I’m ready for a dog I can sit with and not be having to pry everything out of his mouth . . including my fingers!