Meet Oscar, the latest addition to our daughter's life. His resemblance to The Little Rascals' Petey is quite good, but with better eye makeup.
Oscar is part American Bulldog, part Labrador (as evidenced by webby paws) and 100 percent lap dog. Currently weighing in at 60 pounds, he is still on his way to adulthood, so invest in Purina while you can.
Faithful readers will remember Naperville Now's Name That Cat post in July, when you were introduced to Tip, our daughter's rescue-cat-with-brain-damage.
From all accounts, Oscar's brain seems to be sans bobble. Furthermore, he knows some commands, is house-trained and could pull a pony trap without breaking a sweat.
He also is quite respectful of poor Tip, with whom he's gone nose to nose several times.
Tip is not amused.
My question is this: why do we persist in covering ourselves in pet hair?
Have you ever adopted a pet? Was it a good experience? Bad? A tweener?
Bandit, our 18-year-old Shih-Tzu, has been with us for 15 years, a $10 purchase from the Hinsdale Humane Society.
He was a pretty good deal, I think.
He's certainly a long-lived one, thus squashing the theory that too much pepperoni pizza is a bad thing.