Hello all!  Oscar, here.  It’s been a while since I’ve posted something myself (my contract specifies that all of the tedious, time-consuming aspects related to my life be executed by my humans - a.k.a.  “mom the pushover” and “dad the sucker”).  But I decided that I’d come out of my self-imposed writing exile to share a recent experience that I found particularly interesting.

Although I love kids, in general, I am not a fan of babies - whether 2 or 4 legged.  Puppies are rude and I do not take kindly to their lack of etiquette - especially if they are a big puppy and insist on jumping on my head.  And ever since my near-death experience with a human baby, I’ve been pretty wary of those little suckers.  (Okay, near-death is a slight exaggeration…a little guy chased me around and grabbed a fistful of face fur.)

Anyway, this past weekend I had a significant change of heart in regards to non-furry babies when I got to spend some quality time with my cousin - Baby N.  Actually, from here on out, I will refer to Baby N as the “Treatmaker”.  Much like the Rainmakers of the Native American culture, where Baby N goes…bounty follows.  Every time she sat in her feeding chair, yummy treats like cheerios and noodles would rain down from the heavens!! 

Plus, whenever she crawled towards me and tried to pet me, my favorite T-R-E-A-T-S (you don’t think I can spell that??) would suddenly appear and I would get rewarded just for SITTING there nicely!! 

But my favorite part about the Treatmaker was that her parents made a big deal about my personal comfort.  Whenever the Treatmaker would pet too vigorously or look like she was going to grab my fur, they would show her how to pet me nicely.  They clearly recognized my Top Dog status…

So, I still hate puppies, but babies are moving up on my list…