Last night Oscar hopped up on my lap. It would have been nice if he had wanted to sit with me but all he was trying to do was find buried treasures in my chair . . a skein of floss, a dropped jelly bean, a sheet of paper he could shred. He found nothing of interest so he plopped down and it was like he was just sitting there deciding what his next move was going to be.
Then . . a dog barked on TV and he had to raise his head up and decide if it was something he needed to investigate further.
Lucky for me, it was a rather quiet dog on TV, unlike the little rascal on my lap. Oscar growled at the dog on TV but then he sat with me another minute or so. That’s about all the bonding time I get with him these days . . a minute here and a minute there.
Last night, I was playing with Oscar. Vince said “You love that dog too much.” I told him you can’t love too much! Then he said “If you could find another one just like him, I know you would get another one.” I thought about it a while and I told him . . never say never but I don’t think I would. At our ages, I think one wild and crazy dog is all we need.