The Whizzer of Oz

My new dog’s name is not the Whizzer of Oz, it is Ozzie. Actually, his previous name was Aussie, but I just couldn’t see me calling him that even though he is a German/ Australian Shepherd mix. I like Ozzie better and there is so many more poetic possibilites. So it is Ozzie. And one of the first things he did when he came into the house was, whizz on the chair. Newly neutered dogs from the humane society will do that. Especially in a house populated by old incontinent dogs and little schnoodles that shall remain anonymous (TAZ) who have marked every corner of the house anyway.He did it twice but has not done it since. Phew.

He settled in fairly quickly and was quite calm when introduced to the other dogs. He slept in my bed the first night and was quiet as a mouse and was quite snuggly. Oh, I have missed that spoony doggy position. If you know what I mean.

He has only escaped twice. The first time getting out of the car on the way home from the humane society but then he came running back to the car and jumped in. He loves the car.

The second time was when my sister opened the door to tell me something as I was going to the car and he slipped out and jumped in the car.

He has not been introduced to the household cats Sylvester, Sparky and Spooky. He has seen them on the front porch. Last night we went out for a short walk and met Tiger, the neighbor’s orange cat. Tiger was not amused and Ozzie came too close too quickly and Tiger attacked him and then ran up a tree. Ozzie reacted as if he had been hit by a car. Yowling loud enough to bring out the neighbors. Luckily they understood. Tiger will recover but I am not sure about Ozzie. It is going to be a long haul. Ozzie has lived with a cat before, so I’m hopeful. I don’t think he’s the killer type.

Ozzie met Zachary the 5 year old next door. Ozzie was very calm and friendly even with a squirt gun being waved around and a lot of chatter. He nudged up to Zach and gave him a kiss. I was so proud.

I love this dog. He reminds me of my old dog Buster who I had over 15 years ago. He was also part German Shepherd and of all things Corgi. They have a similar brown and black markings and small floppy ears and soulful eyes. But then almost all dogs have soulful eyes. Still there is a similar sweetness and attentiveness when he is hanging out with me. He wants to be next to you all the time. In fact, I am little concerned about his clingyness. Not that he is clingy, clingy but he freaks out when I leave. With Vivian here, he will calm down. But the other day, we both went out at the same time to go shopping and he was at the picture window barking frantically and leaning up against the window enough to make it vibrate.

When we returned home, nothing was amiss. But we did have visions of him running around the neighborhood. We might consider crating him if this keeps up. Oh, the challenges of a 2 1/2 year old.

My sister is warming up to him. We both loved Snickers and he was such a PERSONALITY that it is hard to follow his act. But Ozzie is getting into our hearts already.

Vivian says he behaves really well all day long. He stays by her side in bed either snuggling or in a corner in a ball. Taz sleeps on the pillow by Vivian’s head. She says he doesn’t bark much and quiets down fairly quickly.

Vivian says he’s a keeper. I do too.

I heard a song on a youtube video that had a bluesy song called “I love that dog” but I have not been able to find out who sings it or who wrote it. But it sort of puts a little romance into the relationship between a gal and her dog. But don’t interpret that in the kinky way.

I can love him with abandon because he didn’t hesitate to let me know he liked me, too. I can just look into his eyes all the time and kiss his ears and admire all the nuances of his fur and coloring.

I haven’t had a bed mate for quite a while now, except for a the period of our remodel,when all three cats slept in my room. I’ve missed having a dog curled behind my knees. I love the protective spirit of my dogs. Even when they dont’ do much of anything. Ozzie again reminds me so much of Buster and the way he curls next to me. I wonder if he could be his reincarnation. I will keep you up to date on that.

Come to think of it, Buster used to sing now and then and Ozzie broke into a song the other day. They both like bananas and salad. Hmmmm??

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