Oh Oscar! Poor Puppa!

Oh Oscar!  

Poor Puppa!  

I think it is the main mission in a boxer's life to look mournful!  Especially if they have been slighted in any way. In today's case, I was so busy today with my "non-job", that he didn't get a walk.

In my defense my "non-job" took up most of my day and to add insult to injury, the weather was icky! It doesn't stop a Boxer from looking like you spent most of the day kicking him.

Oscar Bob, our family Boxer 7 years old.

Some days I think it would be easier to not have a dog, but today when I came home from an especially long and hard day, there was my Oscar wiggle waggling his nub of a tail, doing his jelly-bean dance, completely ecstatic to see me.  I hadn't done anything to deserve his complete and utter elatedness at me walking in the door.  But it was there never-the-less!

Oh Oscar!  Poor Puppa!  

He thought I wanted to play.  He quickly went to his toy basket and grabbed his favorite toy.  With perked up ears and with high hopes, he brought it to me to play.

Oh Oscar!  Poor Puppa!  

I don't have time to play today!   

He dropped his toy and perked up his ears no doubt thinking I said "you wanna go for a walk?"

Tomorrow Oscar!