Oscar M. George

We (me, grandma and Quin all chipped in and) bought this dog as a companion, a friend, a buddy--for Quin when we made the big move to Raleigh. He has been everything we thought he would be--until today--when he graduated to SUPER OSCAR!!

today, at Quin's school--there was a boy sitting out on the sidelines of fun...I asked him some questions--and bottom line he got into trouble today, has homework, and had a good lunch.

His teachers agreed that he got into trouble.

When I explained to him that our dog (the dog that Quinny insists I bring to schoool at pick up time) had also gotten in trouble--because, he barfed in my car, once again..blah blah, he seemed engaged (the boy)--he started to pet our dog...and then, finally, I asked the kid--so what is your name...guess what, I'll be damned--and I cannot make this up.....

His name is Oscar...the boy.

I let Oscar the boy, and Oscar the dog take a trot into the third grade classroom...and Oscar the boy was all of a sudden a "big dog", and explained everything to his class--and I cannot stop thinking about the moment--someone please remind me when Oscar (the dog) pee's on something, but for now--and the rest of the weekend, Oscar (the dog) is getting treats, walks, baths, and the sheer joy of sleeping upstairs with us tonight....he has earned it.

sigh...

and something to hum along to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNddW2xmZp8