I hope Jen never needs surgery on her back. Just imagine her face-down on the operating table and the doctor tells her to lie flat.
Not a chance.
Ducks aren’t trackers, more like trackees.
He went south…
he took the low road…then he took the high (Woo! WOO!!) road…then he took the low road again……….
Don’t let him fool you, Truman. Oscar was walking backwards.
I’d better get those paw prints out before they set. A little spit and elbow grease … okay, a lot of spit and elbow grease. No trouble at all!
When I die I hope I come back as Oscar. That dog has the best luck with Brandy and Jen!
Looks like Oscar didn’t stop long enough to bury a bone.
Obviously not a lap dog!
I don’t CARE if Oscar is the only animal here that DOESN’T talk!!!
He is OBVIOUSLY the MOST intelligent of the Bunch!!!
I volunteer to try wipe off those prints.
Oh, what I would give to be Oscar’s paws right now….