What up, dawg?

A pink font, you ask. I'm a dawg that's secure in my masculinity.

I think that Sage is warming up to me finally. Or, if not warming up, at least tolerating me. We spend a lot of time just hangin' out...you wouldn't understand; you're not a dog.

Elise and I had a lot of chores today...cleaning this and that. I'm telling you, it just wears a dog out. So, she watched Little House on the Prairie tonight while I took a well-deserved nap.

Oh, and by the way, the first person who makes a joke about "the hot dog in a bun," or anything to that effect, gets bit.

I'm working on my stair skills. Seems like going up is much easier than going down. Of course, you try jumping off of something taller than you and landing on a skinny ledge. Not so funny, eh?

Ian gets back from camp tomorrow...I'm thinking that the action quotient may go way up.

Well, I think that's it for tonight. Could I type more? Yes I could. But, I want to leave you in suspense...can't spend all my creative energy in one mad typing frenzy, now can I?

For now, Peace. Out.

P.S. Fear the Wiener Dog!

Power tools and puppies don't mix

So, tonight the Papa came out to help work on the basement...'bout time to get that going again.

It looks good, but routers and puppies are a bad combination. I'm not going to have power-tool-ear when I'm an old dog, so I hung out upstairs.

It only took about five hours to put the counter tops on (that's 4 months in dog years). Of course, the 45 minute pancake break may have drug out the process some. Still, they look pretty snazzy. So, a big old "Thanks" to the Papa/Dad/Tom.

And now, a brief word from Sage:

"Do I like this new dog? Not so much. Can I do anything about it? Not so much. So, my new motto is: 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."

Peace. Out.

Hmmm. Business as usual

So, this is what my life has settled into...boring!

Spent some time chillin' with the boyz...watching a little CWS...Tarheels fall short again. Ding.

The Tigger needs some love too, and I'm just one to deliver...

The Boy is off to camp this week...will things be quieter? Yes they will. Will they be even more boring? Yes they will. Good thing I have a tail to chase around the house.

Oh, speaking of problems (I was, wasn't I?), having a slight issue with the whole potty training thing. Ya Ya...Coco...Tater...any advice?

That's all for now. Keep it real, you people.

Peace. Out.

More baseball. Seriously?

So, we get a call this morning bright and early. We ignore it, cause we're sleeping.

Then, the ominous knock on the door...

It's not a burgalar, it's a baseball coach. The team that beat us last night is disqualified! They had Roger Clemens pitching as closer for them...apparently he wasn't really on the team.

So, jump in the truck and race to another game.

Hotter than the blazes!! We won the first game...banged out a bunch of hits, etc. etc. Second game, even hotter!! Had chances to score but couldn't pull through. Oh well, we can finally go home. I think it's nap time...it's too hard to sleep at a game with everyone cheering so loudly.

Peace. Out.

Hello, world.

I am Oscar. And this is The Wiener Blog.

What a day...met the whole family at Meredith's birthday party. And what a party it was!

Here's a shout-out to my cousin, Meredith...happy birthday!!

What a loud bunch of relatives! I'm pretty sure that Mozart has it in for me!

Got in a baseball game tonight too. Ian's team lost, but put up a valiant fight. Ian had a good game behind the plate, keying several outs. Only got one at-bat...drew a walk, stole two bases and scored a run that keyed a late rally.

Nice to have my sister, Elise, home from hangin' with her peeps in the city.

Frankly, I'm exhausted. So, for now...peace. out.