Being Ossi

Ossi has been around long enough to have established a pretty regular routine now. Which is both good and bad. The typical daily routine goes like this:
Between 7:30-8am B-Dawg lets Ossi out of his crate. He stretches and yawns and thump-thump-thumps his tail on the wall of his crate and B-Dawg lets him outside.
Upon Coming Inside Follow B-Dawg around while he gets ready for work. Lay under table while B-Dawg eats cereal and reads paper. B-Dawg leaves--Ossi begins a nap.
Between 8:30-9am L-Dawg emerges, Ossi is excited like he hasn't seen L-Dawg in years. Ossi runs to back door and L-Dawg lets him out. Upon coming inside, follow L-Dawg around and/or stare out window. Wait for L-Dawg to play "catch the cereal" in kitchen. The second L-Dawg has put the cereal spoon down, run back and forth between her and the door to indicate it's time to take a walk.
Walk Time
Nap Time
Lunch Time Emerge from nap in crate to follow L-Dawg around. Fall asleep under her desk while she is eating. Wake up long enough to snack on a piece of banana. Ossi LOVES bananas.
Walk Time
Nap Time
Time to Play
Time to Wander Around Aimlessly
Play Time/Nap Time
Dinner Time B-Dawg comes home, Ossi greets him at the door then goes to the kitchen to lay on the floor to be close to food prep...just in case. Ossi does not LOVE carrots, spinach or oranges.
Play Time
Walk Time
Treat Time
Play Time
Phew...what a day. Time to go to bed.

This is great, except when it's the weekend and B-Dawg will take Ossi for his morning walk, they'll come in and, as soon as Ossi sees L-Dawg finish her cereal, he will run to the door because *that* is the signal to take a walk...even though he just had one.
So, we'll work on getting Ossi up to speed with "people time". Until then...Ossi has yet to decide if he is a dog, a cat or a human after all...

A post-bath Ossi air drying and giving himself
another bath, like a cat.

Ossi cozying up in B-Dawg's slippers

Hey...It's the DOG Show!

Yes, this is Ossi riveted to the TV watching the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Flipping channels, L-Dawg came across the Dog Show and prepared to keep flipping until Ossi jumped up and stared at the television. True couch potato that he is, he ignored the commercials and went on with chewing his bone, but as soon as the Dog Show came back on he sat up and watched the dogs. For their part, B-Dawg and L-Dawg watched Ossi watch the dogs. It was hilarious!
The goofy looking Colored Bull Terrier won and Ossi felt bad for the Rottweiler because his good dog park buddy, Hoss, is a Rottie. L-Dawg felt that Dermot the Pug got robbed.

An Ossi Apology

Ossi would like to issue an apology to the following:

1: To G-Paw Jimbo and G-Maw Susie...sorry for peeing on your chair and carpet. It's just that I felt so much at home that I needed to make my mark there. Thank you for the hospitality and I promise I won't do that again.

2: To my new friend Bella at the Fridley Dog Park...sorry for peeing on your head. We were having lots of fun, you're bigger than I am so I had to "one up" you. Peeing on your head was the only way I could think of to show you I like you. We should play again soon and I promise I won't pee on you anymore.


I'm Sorry.

Level 2 Here We Come!

Our first Level 2 dog class was this week and Ossi showed off some of the talent that helped him graduate out of Level 1. Okay...sort of. He is a pretty consistent sitter and, as long as we score a corner spot in class, he does okay not being too distracted by other dogs. He did get to be the star of the show when the instructer asked for a demonstration dog by saying, "Does anyone have a dog that pulls on his leash all the time?" To which B-Dawg promptly answered, "This one!" And, true to form, Ossi dazzled the class with his leash pulling skills. Gee. We're. So. Proud. Also, one of the skills needed to pass Level 2 is for a dog to come when called. As soon as the instructor lined us up to let the dog go and come when we called I looked at B-Dawg and said, "There's no way he's going to come to us!" and B-Dawg said, "Oh NO WAY." But he did. Of course...we were about 10 feet away, both down on our knees and both calling him in our highest pitched doggie voices. Whatever. He didn't pee on the floor or sniff another dog's butt so we were pretty happy.

Also, we discovered that Ossi is playful with other dogs, but does not seem to understand that rabbits are not other dogs. There was a tussle in the backyard the other night and there was rabbit fur *everywhere*!! Fortunately, it was just fur and no rabbit ears or feet, but B-Dawg kept saying, "Yeah! He's my killa!!" Not really. More accurate would have been, "Yeah! He's my confused dog who thought he had a really great new squeaky toy!" or "Yeah! He's my crazy Corgi/Lab who thought that rabbit needed a haircut."



Ossi showing off his new-found skill...SHAKE!