Yesterday I was sitting and watching Oscar. He’s not a tiny puppy but he’s a small dog and there’s just so much in that little body. One minute, he was curled up sleeping on my lap. A few minutes later, he was running like a crazy dog, looking for something he could grab and destroy. Then he was stretched out on the floor, chewing on a bone. He really is such a happy, enthusiastic little guy. He’s still afraid of everything. Last night we had thunder and each time he heard it, he jumped, sat up and listened intently. I guess he’s gotten used to the tornado sirens being tested. I don’t think they tested them until recently and the first few times, he would run from where ever he was and jump on my lap like I was going to protect him but now he ignores them.
As I was watching him, I wondered if my first few dachshunds were as funny as Oscar is and I just didn’t pay enough attention to them to realize it. When I got my first one, I was single and working and kinda feel bad now that I didn’t spend more time with him. Once I got home, I stayed home but most of the days, he was home alone.
Then after Vince and I got married, I wasn’t working and we got Speck so I was home with him all the time. I just don’t remember him having as much personality and spunk and determination (hard head) as Oscar has.
We both enjoy him so much! I can’t imagine what life would be like these days if we didn’t have little Oscar!
They burrow into our hearts.