Let Me Preface This Post...

That is always a good start. I know. That is why I am here, people. To entice your enquiring minds. If you don't live for it, trust me, I do.

So, back to post title. Let's remember that for a good part of Oso's life he was convinced that his name was "there he is". Every time he would run into the doggy-door in our old rick-rack, shack that we thought was "the big time" (hee-hee in remembrance), I would shout, "There he is!" So it got to the point where the only way to get him to come to you was to shout, "there he is!" and he would come a runnin.

maybe I like animals because I'm smarter than they are...

So, now in his new-found home of glory two moves later, he has his own backyard. Which he likes to run out in and bark. at flies. or moving grass. or the wind threatening to blow. But, Oso has a really big soft spot for Grandma. So, now I just pop my head out the backdoor, yell "Oso! Grandma is here!" and he comes a runnin.

and I shut the doggydoor.

Am I cruel? Absolutely not. I only play with the mind's of fools...