Lil Oscar - The Newest Newberry

So my parents got a new puppy. I’m guessing it’s to replace the happiness in their lives that only a youngest son can give.  But from reading some of my mom’s “puppy diary” comments, lil Oscar (Unfortunately, they decided not to go with any names the rest of the family came up with!  I wanted VOLDEMORT or GAIUS BALTER!) is giving them a run for their money! But like all good little puppies, he’s also breaking their hearts with cuteness.  He totally reminds me of my first dog, Pepper Salt Newberry.  Here’s what my mom has been saying… 

“…actually my little pup has turned into a demon dog! After listening to him howl in his crate while I showered, We went for a nice long romp in the rain down the street. I got him good and tired, I thought! I held him on my lap for awhile after drying him off with a nice fluffy towel and put him down to nap. He awoke while I was on the phone and decided to check out more territory in the house. More specifically the living room. I got off the phone as he was looking and sniffing in earnest and he even started whining at the living room doors. I was thinking that there was no way that he would need to go again….he had done it all several times already this morning (in the rain!). And I had already put on and taken off my boots, raincoat and his collar and leash at least 8 times. this, mind you takes time. Well, sure enough, he tried to warn me, he started to poop. I quickly scooped him up and tossed him out the kitchen door while I rapidly tried to reboot and put my coat on and grab his leash. I did not want him discovering that he CAN get out of the yard and since I do not have the “dog whispering” technique down yet, I had to hurry outside to be w/him. He indicated that he was done, so we came back in. I dried him,again, and I started to put things away as he started sniffing around the living room again. Sure enough, he dumped another pile on the carpet and proceeded to drip diarhea on the floor and other carpet…so I once again scooped him up, grabbed his leash and collar, jumped into my boots and hooked him to the tether in the yard and left him…..howling like a banshee, while I came in to clean the floors and carpets and spray with the “no odor” product which I doubt works. He is pooped now for a few moments and sleeping in the kitchen. I put up both gates, to be safe.  I am exhausted and isn’t noon yet!”

Oh mom. I wonder if I was like this when I was younger, or if my mom would complain to her friends as publicly and candidly as she does above.  Either way, I’m looking forward to meeting the little rascal in 3 weeks time. I will have plenty of pics, stories, and diarrhea adventures to share.

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