Let's take a break from politics for a moment. Some of you may remember the abused puppy I rescued from a shelter in December 2006. He was nicknamed "Oscar" by my fellow bloggers at the time:
He's now 2 to 2 1/2 years old and, although he's still scared of strangers, he's a completely different animal. He's happy, he adores my other two dogs, and he's probably one of the best dogs I've ever had.
He's got an incredible personality: Very loving, loyal, and yet playful. He has a few bad habits, but they're nothing serious. We've determined he's a pinny-poo (part mini-pinscher, part poodle) and he has the hunting instincts of the mini-pin. Squirrels drive him mad with desire.
He is a rare dog that is very still when he's snuggling with you: There is no turning, chewing, biting, or paw sucking. There is a deep well of calmness that he seems to draw from.
He will come running up during the day, almost like a child, for a quick kiss or a pat on the head. Otherwise, he plays with the smaller of my two dogs or will tuck himself away on my couch for a nap.
He is now groomed regularly, and he keeps himself very clean. Here is Oscar now: