Sleepy Pup

We’re right on the verge of it being three months til Oscar turns 2. Some days, I look at him and fear that he’s going to be one of those dogs that never calms down. Some days I look at him and think . . six months ago, he would not have done this. Not that long ago, he didn’t calm down at all. Right up til time for him to go to bed, he was running around like a crazy dog, steeling floss, trying to pull the slip cover off Vince’s chair (with Vince sitting in the chair); trying to get over the “fence” that keeps him in the living room. These days, he does know the meaning of “NO”. Often, when I say NO, he will stop, look at me, appear to think about the consequences of not obeying; sometimes he stops and sometimes he doesn’t but I know he knows the meaning of NO.

In the mornings he’s very energetic. I play with him til about 9 or 10, and hope the grass has dried enough that we can go out and play ball. He runs so hard, he will slip on wet grass and I don’t want him to get hurt. Once we play, and he plays hard, for 15 minutes, he will come in and sleep for several hours; then he’s ready to go out and play ball again. We do that over and over all day. As much as I’ve hated having to water (and pay the water bill) every day, I’m thankful it’s been dry enough that we can go out and play every day.

Here he was sleeping beside me while I was stitching last night. Just a few months ago, if I disturbed his sleep, then it was play time! Last night when I disturbed him, he just moved over a bit, curled up and fell back asleep.

I love him so much! I’m so glad we have him. He’s a handful with his little high strung personality/nature but I wouldn’t change anything about him . . except maybe have him be calm so I can cut his nails.