When I say Oscar is a handful, I’m not sure that adequately describes him and his activities. He never stops looking for trouble. I have bins set up on the sofa to keep him from jumping up there, then jumping up on the back and going over onto the tile floor, which has happened. He will start at one end of the sofa, standing on his back legs and stretching as hard as he can to try to reach something in those bins. He will walk across the length of the sofa on his back legs trying to get something.
Lately, he’s decided the cross stitching stands are toys. The minute I remove one from my lap to the ottoman, he’s on it, trying to move it or get under it. He has knocked one off the ottoman several times so now instead of placing it on the ottoman when I get up, I have to place it on top of the bins on the sofa.
There are three bins on the bottom shelf of an entertainment center. The ottomans barely slide under the next shelf so he’s never paid much attention to what’s in the ottomans . . til yesterday. I think a lot of what he does is because he knows I’m going to jump up and chase him when he gets something he isn’t supposed to have. His favorite thing is playing ball, but playing chase is his next favorite thing.
I told Vince this afternoon . . he reminds me of what it must have been like when I was a kid . . always getting into something. They tell me I had to be watched non-stop. Vince said “Yep, you two are nuts and I’m calm and laid back!”
I doubt we go 5 minutes without one of us saying “OSCAR!! NO!!”
A while ago, he grabbed one of the charts out of the bins on the entertainment center. I grabbed it and it was a dachshund chart.
No sooner had I put this chart out of his reach and he grabbed another one.
I think he’s telling me I need to get some dachshund stitching done.