Life With Oscar

Sometimes, Oscar gets mad for silly reasons. I mean, I know the world is extra scary when you're blind and in a new place, but... dude.  A sampling of events or items that send Oscar into a Barknado : Running water (but ONLY into a metal sink). Stopping him from eating cat poop. Wind. Bumping into the fridge. Or Chris. Or Baxter. Or us. Something resting on top of his crate. Rain. Refusing to let him walk through broken glass. The sound of passing cars' tires. White noise. Carly Rae Jepson (this is the hardest to live with). And then, when he's all barked out, this happens: He's lucky he's cute. -Amanda

So cute you can barely stand it. That face, those eyebrows, the ears. He’s too much. But the thing about Oscar is that he is Dr. Jekyll in canine form. One minute, he’s sitting in your lap cuddling, the next he’s spinning around barking at everything and nothing. Oscar is blind. We think not completely, but it’s hard to tell and we can’t exactly ask him. He definitely runs into his share of furniture, people, dogs, stairs, you name it. Sometimes it seems like he can see high contrasting colors - we have a light colored hardwood floor with a dark blue rug, and he’ll stop short of the rug at times. And then he’ll run into the snowblower. Regardless, he's got definite vision impairment that impacts his everyday life. For a blind dog, he gets around okay, and has a top notch sniffer. We an usually hear him coming from the other end of the house - just constant sniffing moving down the hallway. His problem is not his blindness, but seems to stem from it...