Ever since we lost our basset hound, Scooter, to cancer, our oldest daughter has been obsessively searching animal shelter sites for a suitable replacement.
Meet Oscar Blue.
He is a five week old, miniature Australian shepherd, we got free from one of my husband's co-workers who breeds them.
The litter was born while the humans were away so did not get their tails docked.
Hence the affordable price!
Personally, I wanted to name him "Wags" because his tail spins like it's battery operated.
The name we all settled on is a compromise.
It's doesn't come to me naturally.
I keep calling him Scooter and Rebecca still insists that his name should be Dr. Socks!
Oscar is so smart and fun loving.
We've had him only 5 days, but already his is half house broken.
Today he stood by the back door to show that he wanted to be let out
(he loves being outdoors),
and manages the stairs going down from our deck
(he struggles to be let down- he does not want to be carried).
He plays tug-o-war with socks and his squeaky toy
and undecorates the lower branches of the Christmas tree.
Our St. Bernard, Lucy, just barely tolerates him right now and stays away.
She does not take kindly to a young upstart trying to herd her!
I'm sure they will be better friends when he gets bigger.
Oscar has already wormed his way into the hearts of the kids!
They say not to give puppies as gifts at Christmas.
But this one had been on a wish list.
Not mine particularly, but he's wormed his way into my heart too.