Oscar Chronicles - I'm No Quitter

Hola! Que pasa? Me? Well as you can tell, the whole " I need a bano" incident just fine. Of course, I wasn't really concerned (paws crossed). As I said, my people love me. How could they not? I'm so darned cute!!!

Oh and it's not just them who think I'm so loveable. Every time they have people over, they instantly fall in love. Are you laughing at me? You don't believe me? Okay so let me tell you something...today, there were some people at my house. They were doing the typical people-y stuff...laughing, EATING...But this time they didn't actually COOK dinner. I know, right? Surprised me, too. No, instead they went out for dinner.

I can almost hear some of you saying "what does that have to do with them loving you, Oscar?" Un momentito, por favor. I'm getting to that part right now.

When the people, MY people, returned to the house they did not come empty handed. They thought of yours truly even while they were out to dinner. So they got to the door and shouted "OSCAR!!!" And then, the light of the their life appeared before them. You guessed it ME! And what did I find waiting for me? A piece of un-eaten bread? A bite of leftover grilled cheese? No way! Not for their Oscar. What did I get? BONE-IN RIBEYE STEAK!!!

Was it delicioso?! Oh yeah! I didn't even make it into the house before I started to devour it! It was sooooooo great! I probably should have saved some for later. But I'm no quitter! I ate it all.

And now, well, this is me...Buenos noches, amores.

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