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Mental health break
Friday, May 10, 2013 - Posted by Rich Miller * Last week, I took Oscar the Puppy downtown and three people yelled out his name. Not one of them said “hi” to me. A couple of days later, Oscar and I went to the pet store and a blog reader gushed over the little guy and barely talked to me at all. I’m sensing a developing pattern here. So, by popular demand, here’s the real star of the blog getting a much-appreciated belly rub…  Posing…  * Oscar has been enrolled in puppy training class. Actually, it should be called puppy owner training class because we’re the ones getting the real lessons. Anyway, Oscar loves his new classmates… And now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take Oscar for a walk and then give him some lunch. The House has adjourned, so I can safely leave for a while. I’ll be back later.
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- Davey Boy Smithe - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 11:44 am:
You may want to sign him up for WCIU’s top dog contest and have him star in a commercial. I got my westie Baines on there last year and my mom just had her fox wired haired terrier Madison on there this month. It’s a fun process. You show up to the studio, do a shoot for about 5 mins and then walk out the door. Then you get to see your dog star in one of their mini commercials.
- dupage dan - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 11:55 am:
So, now this is the CapitolDogBlog? The CapitolFaxDogBlog? The AllOscarAllTheTimeBlog?
Darn cut puppy you got there, Rich
- Amalia - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 11:56 am:
Oscarpalooza! thanks for posting this as he is so soothing and interesting.
- Give Me A Break - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 11:58 am:
I see Rich and Oscar have the same stylist. Sorry Rich, could not help myself.
- 32nd Ward Roscoe Village - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:00 pm:
“He gives me more than he can ever receive–like all dogs.” from the 1940 movie, The Thief of Baghdad.
- Andy Raucci - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:00 pm:
If we could only get the people in the Capitol to play so nicely together…
- Pot calling kettle - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:12 pm:
I’ve heard the ISRA is especially critical of such publicity hounds! Wooof! Wooof!
BTW…has Friday Beer Blogging now given way to Friday Dog Blogging?
- Anonymous - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:15 pm:
Dan Fouts: “Last game of the year, Brent. Can’t hold anything back now.”
- poik - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:17 pm:
Cute!
- JoeVerdeal - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:17 pm:
Oscar is a good looking dog!!
T’would be interesting to see how many entries would be posted on a “Capitol Fax Online Dog Show”………I have three to offer…
- 47th Ward - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:34 pm:
Puppies are chick magnets Rich, as I’m sure you know. Women who normally wouldn’t cross the street to spit on you suddenly rush to pet your dog and fawn all over them. It’s really something. An adorable canine like Oscar truly is man’s best friend in many, many ways.
- RNUG - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:37 pm:
Rich,
if I was to run into you downtwon, I would speak to you … AFTER greeting Oscar.
- Chi - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:41 pm:
Sorry if it’s been asked and answered, but what breed of dog is Oscar?
- ChicagoDem - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 12:54 pm:
I must share this story which is similar to your experience. My daughter has the cutes/perfect pug. She lives in a high rise in Arlington VA. When she first moved there she did not know anybody in her building. But, because of her pug Stuart she has met lots and lots of people. Everytime she gets on the elevator to walk Stuart. Everybody greets him with wholesome greetings: “Hi Stuart.” “How are you” “Your’re going to take care of your business?” etc. And hardly anybody ever notices my daughter. In fact, she has made more friends through Stuart than on her own. So, yes, cute puppies/dogs tend to be noticed more than their owners.
- Chavez-respecting Obamist - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 1:15 pm:
I have lived in this place for just over a year now. I think I know the names of all of the neighborhood dogs. Now I’ll start working on remembering the names of their humans.
- dupage dan - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 1:30 pm:
Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend.
Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.
Groucho Marx
- Cincinnatus - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 1:34 pm:
Wheaten terrier if I remember correctly…
- Ray del Camino - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 1:45 pm:
Yep. Highest and best use of the Internet. Cute dog photos and videos.
- Arthur Andersen - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 1:46 pm:
That Blog Dog Show would be kind of fun, except that all the pictures might slow things down a bit…
- Labor diva - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 1:47 pm:
I hardly ever blog, but I am compelled today. You are right Rich. Dog training classes are for people. Dogs are waiting for us to get with the program so they can reach their true potential. When people treat their dogs, as dogs not people, we release our pets to be who they are meant to be. Enjoy your most faithful and loving friend, Oscar.
- Springfieldish - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 1:52 pm:
At first I was so proud that my dog and I graduated from puppy classes. Now I’m pretty sure it was just a social promotion.
- Loop Lady - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 1:56 pm:
enjoy! pets keep you healthy in so many ways…
- Rich Miller - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 2:14 pm:
===The AllOscarAllTheTimeBlog?===
People would be much more pleasant, I’m sure.
- Show me the money - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 2:40 pm:
He is soooo adorable! Let him come to JRTC and he can have the run of the place and everyone will kiss him!
- Oswego Willy - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 2:43 pm:
There is no “80%” about it …Oscar is 100% awesome.
Dogs make life better, at least that is what I have found. Like everyone, I know I can’t count how many lousy days were turned around after seeing the dogs, that were in my life, during those days.
Hs is one cute puppy.
- Ray Charles - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 2:52 pm:
Great looking dog Rich, which reminded me of the obvious(paraphrased)Harry Truman quote, “If you want a friend in Springfield, get a dog”
- Ghost - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 3:21 pm:
Reminds me of one of my favorite tributes, from Jimmy Stewart to his dog:
“Beau”
He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn’t come at all.
When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn’t drag.
He’d dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I’d grab him, he’d turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn’t read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.
He set the house on fire
But the story’s long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house.
I guess I’m the first to retire.
And as I’d leave the room he’d look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I’d give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I’d fish it out with a smile.
And before very long
He’d tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.
And there were nights when I’d feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us, And I’d pat his head.
And there were nights when I’d feel this stare
And I’d wake up and he’d be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I’d feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he’d be glad to have me near.
And now he’s dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he’s not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn’t so,
I’ll always love a dog named Beau.
~ Jimmy Stewart ~
- Loop Lady - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 3:41 pm:
Ghost: fabulous, but now I’m crying all over my keyboard…SNIFFLE!
- I'm Strapped - Friday, May 10, 13 @ 4:15 pm:
Outstanding Ghost