Our first family dog was Oscar, named after Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street because the moment we brought him home he proceeded to jump inside the trash bin. Oscar was a Beagle & Terrier mix, cute as can be. Our neighbors were always very curious as Oscar’s bark sounded exactly like a seal, so I’m sure they wondered if we were housing wild sea mammals. Oscar was the most energetic, happiest, and comical dog ever. He was great around everybody although due to his excitement and whirlwind like energy he did knock over little kids quite easily. My family moved a handful of times when my brother and I were kids and making friends wasn’t always easy, but Oscar was always there for us. All Oscar cared about was playing with us, chasing his tail, occasionally chasing the cat through the house knocking over everything in his path and barking at squirrels and birds. To sum up how much Oscar meant to my brother and I would be difficult except to say that as it goes, childhood seems like an eternity or entire life in itself, and Oscar was a pillar of that life. Oscar lived to be nearly 18 years old, through graduations, several moves, divorce, children leaving for Marine Corp boot camp. Near the end, Oscar still wagged his tail like a puppy and loved us like no other.
– Joe, Live Ops
