Oscar the "Stud Muffin"

Not my words. But apparently Oscar's friendly dog-walker, Adina, thinks so. She called him a "stud muffin" in her last note to us. It got me thinking, he is pretty buff - he's in a whole lot better shape then me! So, I tried to see if I could take some pictures of him flexing his muscles. While getting him to "sit" and "down" are much easier then "flex" - it appears that his muscles are just naturally toned, even for a 7 month old dog:


Beware of Dog. Ha ha, I may look tough, but I really just want to lick you to death!


Look at my lightening quick reflexes - I can stop on a dime (or a twig!)


Hey ladies, the beach...is this way.... oooh yeah!

Who does not have opposable thumbs, but is built like a tank? This guy!


Really, I'm a lover... not a fighter...

And here's just a random picture of Oscar's butt. It's a little brindle coloring that has shown up

in a very very cool looking zig-zag pattern on his tail:

Oscar in Oz?

While there was no recent tornado activity in our area, Oscar found himself the other day, in what seemed to be something similar to the poppy-field in the Wizard of Oz. While definitely not poppies (I actually was told the name of these purple wildflowers, but I have since forgoten), the front lawn of this house (not mine, which is why Oscar is outside the gate!) was intriguing to me and I thought the lawn, and of course Oscar, were picture-worthy.


Sleepy, this purple poppy field is making me sleepy - where's Glinda, the Good Witch, when you need her?


Oh there she is - now I'm getting hungry and excited, see my drool!


I'm getting out of this crazy purple poppy field, because the Good Witch beckons!


I've found you Good Witch, but your name is not Glinda - its RORY!


No time to play Rory, we've got to find the Wizard!


Okay, we can play, forget that wizard...

Rory told Oscar that he needed to retrieve the magical ball and rope, to bring to the Wizard, so he could get Oscar home.

Yeah, Oscar was triumphant and eventually made it home...

The craziness that ensues when we're not home...

First, he brings home girls without permission. He's such a pimp.

Here is Normal, a mastiff. On any given week, he manages to visit other girlfriends: Rory, Sylvie (Rory's sister!!!), Moxie (Rory's cat - isn't that illegal in dog world?), Abbey, an god knows who else when we're not home. Then on the weekends, Oscar's flirting with random females at the dog park, usually the smaller ones. He's such a mack-daddy.




Please love me Normal. I'm not as big as you, but I try hard.

Here's with another fellow Queenie's Pets:


Oh... too many hugs!

I'm doing my flirty dance... hello? Do you care?

This is me at the end of the play date. Pooped and tired, and trying to look good for the camera. I like to show my teeth because they're getting big and they hurt sometimes.

Thanks to all our dog walkers for taking photos for us! :)