Oscar is certainly growing up. A couple of times yesterday I was sitting downstairs stitching and had to run upstairs to check on dinner or knead bread and I left Oscar downstairs, not in the crate. He sat right where he was and didn’t destroy anything. I try to be careful to make sure there’s nothing in easy reach that he might want to destroy but Oscar can find things to destroy. I won’t make a habit of leaving him alone without putting him in the crate but it was a sign that he’s growing up.
He’s so cute. I could sit and hold him for hours but he prefers to sit next to me instead of on my lap . . even though I’m constantly petting him and smooching on him.
See the white hair where it starts down his back? That part of his hair is longer and stiff. I think one of his siblings was long haired but I don’t believe there were any wire haired babies.
He may still be a bit wild and crazy but he is so loved!