Oscar's been quieter than usual. He's still missing his dear friend Kissie and has been as lost without her as we have. But he did seem to enjoy his first Father's Day with us. Number One Son came by for a visit and brought lots of fresh farm goodies for the humans and lots of belly rubs for Oscar. Oscar has met Number One Son several times and really likes him. Hey, what's not to like? He's my brother!
Before Number One Son arrived, Oscar decided we needed goodies to serve, so he donned his special seat belt harness and ordered me to drive straight to the donut shop. He rides in the back because the car has airbags in the front, but he doesn't mind. We went through the drive-thru because the stores are prejudiced against four-legged folk (bad store people!) and it is just too hot to leave him in the car for even a minute, God knows. Anyway, when he was satisfied the donut lady had filled our order correctly, he tipped her with a wag of his tail, (what a gent!) and then away we went back to the house.
Once Harry, aka Number One Son, had left, Oscar then found himself in the bathtub. He was not happy about that, but patiently bore with me until he was shampooed, conditioned, re-conditioned, blow-dried and brushed back to his usual state of Joe Cool good looks. This is a picture of him after his re-release into the wild, sulking on his favorite rug. He didn't sulk long, though. Just enough to remind us that he should have more say in these matters. Then it was off for a romp with Number One Dad and his squeaky orange orangutan toy...
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