Do I Look Amused?
Sigh. Bath time.Well, folks, I've had an unlucky break as of late. Seeing as I've got this nasty yeast infection that I'm fighting off, I've been ordered by the vet to take a bath every week (every week!) with a special shampoo they gave me.
I hate baths.
As you can see from the pictures, I'm not enjoying this very much. Every chance I get, I try to jump out of the sink. But Mom and Dad are smart, and have double teamed me to make sure I don't escape.
The worst part of it is that they get me soaking wet, soap me up, and then make me sit there, freezing cold for ten minutes, so that the shampoo can really do its work. Listen, if this is what it takes, I'll take the yeast. Give me the yeast!!
Look at this clown. Dad is having a jolly ol' time of it while Mom happily snaps pictures. This puts me in a foul mood.
Aw Dad! Whine.
Peek-a-Boo, I See You!
This morning, Mom was looking for me everywhere. She was calling and calling, but couldn't find me.
Guess where I was hiding?
I love hide and go seek!
The Oscarman is on Dogster!
Guess what everybody?! I joined Dogster yesterday!! It's just like Friendster, but for dogs. I already have 17 friends. This is so exciting. I have never had so many buddies in my whole life. This is even better than the dog park!
If you have a doggie or are a doggie, you can click on my Dogster badge on the sidebar of this blog to view my profile and add me as your friend.
See ya on the internet!
Rocking Around (Under?) the Christmas Tree
Mom and Dad put up our Christmas tree on Monday night, and I gotta tell ya -- they got some nerve. You know where they put the tree? Right where my little bed used to be. Yeah, you heard me right. Mom and Dad kicked me out! Now, my bed is over by our fireplace. Or rather, "fireplace." (It's totally fake. It doesn't work. Mom and Dad found that out after they bought our house. Suckas.)
Anyway, this tree is not little. It takes up a huge chunk of our living room, and now I barely have any place to play. My toys are always getting stuck under the tree and I gotta go dig for them. Of course, when I do that, I get yelled out. "Stop messing with the tree, Oscar!" Well, I'm not...I just want my freaking toys back Mom and Dad!!
I will say though, it is handy for a little bit of coverage. And the velvet tree skirt is very soft. Whenever I wanna relax, I just chill out under the tree.
This is me after an especially rigorous play session with my tennis ball. I'm taking a breather before I get back out there for some more serious play time.
Has your Christmas tree gone up yet?
My Favorite Friend
Have I introduced you guys to my bestest friend in the whole wide world? If not, let me present to you: Fuzzy Man!
Fuzzy Man and I are inseparable as you can see in this picture. We go everywhere together, and at night, he sleeps next to me in my crate. He used to be my dad's dog's toy, but I inherited him.
Fuzzy Man is a real agreeable guy. He doesn't mind getting thrown around when Dad and I play fetch. He doesn't care when I carry him around by his head. He doesn't complain when I get my slobber all over him. And sometimes when I get mad because Mom and Dad yelled at me, he lets me vent my rage at him. I like to grab him by my teeth and shake him all around like a crazy man.
Now do you see why Fuzzy Man is the greatest? If dog is man's best friend, then Fuzzy Man is dog's best friend.
Mom, Dad and I went to Grandma Yang's house for Thanksgiving. My folks were so proud of me -- I didn't have a single accident while I was there! I figured it was the holidays -- I'll give my poor 'rents a break.
I struck gold a few times during the visit. I was fed some turkey on Thursday and some pork on Friday. Cha-ching! Who knew human food was so tasty? Have I been missing out this whole time?
Anyway, now we're back. Mom spent this morning pulling out Christmas decorations for the house. She was all jolly and cheerful with Christmas on the way.
Me? I just vegged out in my bed. There's nothing to be cheerful about when you're wearing a dorky sweater. At least there are no reindeer on it...[humph].
I'm Beside Myself
So I had to go to the vet today for a follow-up appointment. That was no fun (as usual). But after the vet declared that my bacterial/yeast infections were looking much better, and that he didn't think they were food allergy related, guess what Mom pulled out?
Oh yes - the Pedigree DentaStix!
I was absolutely beside myself. I was jumping up and down. Sitting. Lying down. I would have freaking done a round off, back hand spring, back tuck if she'd asked me too. They are soooo good.
Mom stopped giving me wheat products because she thought they might be causing my skin irritations. But now that the doctor doesn't think that's the issue, the DentaStix are back in. Woo hoo!
Tell Me How I'm Not Supposed to be Confused
I'd like to be a good and obedient dog, and come when I'm called. But tell me how that's possible when Mom and Dad keep changing my name on me!
I've been called all of the following. How am I supposed to know what my real name is?
Oscar, Oscarman, Little Man, Mister Man, Mister Oscar, Mister Oscarman, Handsome Man, Happy Man, Silly Man, Baby Bear, Lazy Man, Little Bear, Oscy, Yogi (that was back in the early days when Mom got me confused with the neighbor's shih tzu), Snowball (that's Grandpa confusing me with Dad's childhood dog)
It's enough to make me want to stay in my dog bed all day and ignore everyone!
I'm Gonna Be a TV Star Some Day, Mark My Words
Yesterday, I was watching E! with Mom (she loves that channel so much), and Forbe's Top 20 TV Personalities came on. Normally, I don't pay much attention to the TV since I'd rather be chewing on my foot or something. But this time, my ears perked up. I've always thought I had a future in television, but I just have to convince Mom and Dad of that. I mean, someone's gotta pay for my head shots.
Oh, and on an unrelated note, the sore under my ear is getting better with the cream that we got at the vet. And my skin feels less itchy with the antibiotics. Keep your fingers crossed that I make a full recovery!!
I Hate the Vet
Mom took me to the vet today because of some skin irritations I've been experiencing lately. I haven't been to the vet in ages, so I was really calm in the waiting room (to Mom's surprise). That's because I had forgotten the horrors that awaited me behind the big white doors!! (SHUDDER)
Doc says I have a staph infection and a yeast infection, so he prescribed me with four meds. What am I? A celebrity? That's nuts! I don't like it, but I hope it makes me feel better soon. Chewing my foot all the time is not doing much for my love life.
I'm lying in my bed right now, recovering from the trauma. Because I didn't tell you how the visit ended -- with Doc emptying out my anal sacs. Uh huh, you heard right. I feel so violated. [Whine.]
Who Knew Teeth Cleaning Could Be So Fun?
I want to say a big doggie thank you to Aunt Cherilyn for giving me these yummy Pedigree Dentastix. They're sooooo yummy! And they help clean my teeth.
Mom gives me one after every meal, and I look forward to it so much. And you know what else, I swear I've seen Mom sniffing them and eyeing them like she wants to try one for herself...
You want to know a secret? I broke into my treat cabinet a few days ago (Mom's still wondering how) and stole the pack right from out of there! Stupid ziplock though - I couldn't manage to break open the pack.
Anyway, these treats are definitely on my Christmas list this year! They're so tasty!!
Halloween Was Fun...Sort Of
I was a hot dog for Halloween...as expected. I didn't like my costume very much. The straps dug into my ribs, and as a result, all I wanted to do was lie in my bed while all the kids came and went.
I like people, but there were too many of them everywhere. Especially a lot of little people. Not my scene.
I wish I could show you pictures, but Mom's hard drive is down, so I have to use Dad's computer for now, and I don't know how to upload the pictures from the camera. They'll come, I promise. And they will show a very unhappy little man in a hot dog costume, and one weird Mom in a too-small Spiderman Venom costume.
Oh yeah, Dad dressed up as a woman.
(You don't have to say it. I know.)