Death Doodle Returns

Not to be confused with Batman Returns ... but at least as scary.  Actually, I never even saw that movie, so I'm just guessing.  You may recall this post where I introduced Death Doodle to you.  Go ahead and review.  I'll wait...
B returned on Friday from his 8-day voyage which included not only his Vegas bachelor party, but also a stay in San Antonio with layovers in Phoenix, Charlotte and probably 17 other cities.  I think he flew over or landed in at least 48 of the 50 states during the last 2 weeks.  Surprisingly only his golf clubs were lost... followed briefly by my sanity as I circled the airport for 45 minutes, during which time Oscar assaulted the police officer who had enough nerve to ask to search our trunk.  Fortunately, I'm pretty savvy with the window controls and managed to separate them with glass before any blood was shed.  BSL in Boston is about to include Labradoodles, no $hit.
As soon as B got in the car, I noticed he was sniffling a bit and had a scratchy throat.  He swore he wasn't sick, just tired.  But I woke up with a sore throat on Saturday.  By Sunday I had a slight cough, too and was feeling pretty exhausted.  So we got Pinkberry and watched Contagion.  Not more than 10 minutes into the movie, I was sure the source of my misery was that B came in contact with a dirty butcher who handled a sick pig who was bitten by an infected bat in Hong Kong.  I immediately doused my entire life in hand sanitizer.  No really, we get those giant 80 gallon barrels of it from like Sam's Club or BJs.  Fine, it's 1 gallon and it was only enough to clean my hands 93 times.  We are out of bleach or else I would have used that next.
Naively, I believed the crisis to be averted, though narrowly.  But last night, Oscar was insistent on laying unusually and uncomfortably close to me.  And he would not budge.  I woke up this morning and he was on top of me.  At first, I believed the 60lbs of limp doodle weight upon my chest to be the source of my breathing difficulties.  No such luck.  I have a full blown Contagion-like illness for which there is surely no cure.  (Except for maybe more cowbell... but those are surprisingly hard to find in downtown Boston).
Nuggie has been in the bed with me during the past couple of nights as well.  I really thought it was because he was woozy from the Benedryl I gave him to ease the itchiness of his hot spots and that he just wanted his mommy.  Now I'm leaning more towards the idea that Oscar is recruiting new team members to be able to keep up with the demands of the epidemic that is about to occur.  Only time will tell, friends.  But don't say I didn't warn you!  Death Doodle is back on the prowl...

A Doodle Confession

You maybe heard a rumor... and I cannot deny it's true.  Though I've been a very good boy lately, sometimes da need for mischief just overcomes me and I simply cannot helps myself.  Other than snatching a few bags of pita and english muffins from da kitchen here and there, I've been on my best doodle behavior.  (What?  I craves da carbs!) 
But then there was da snag and run...  Mommy and daddy took me and da Nugg to da beach.  We were very excited to go.  It's a doggy beach!  We likes to meet new friends and swim and prance through da waves and dig and roll in da sand.  We loves da sand.  Daddy hates da sand.  And I accidentally kicked it in mommy's eyes... oops.
Well I was running and playin' with a new friend.  We were havings a good time.  But then I caughts a wiff of somethings good!  It smelled really, REALLY goods... and so I followed my doodle nose and it led me right to an open beach bag.  It was not supervised.  There were no signs that said, "This is not for Doodle dog"...  And so I helped myself and then I ran like da wind!!!  I sprinted circles around mom and dad, withs a big doodle smile on my face while I was trying to chomp that snack down in a hurry.  They couldn't catchs me and mommy was laughing so hard.  Dad was mad.  But then mom reminded him of da rules - anythings open and unsupervised is fair game at da doggy beach!
Wells da karma bus picked up dad laters with a big hole in da baggie he used to pick ups ma poops!  That will teach him to get mad when I do somethings silly and Doodlish :)  *giggle*

Licks & wiggles,
Oscar B Doodle Dog 

Busy at the beach...

Sorry we've been m.i.a., but there's just too much fun stuff to get into in New England.  We've been BUSY!  Here's a quick vid of our beach trip today.  Stay tuned, we'll be posting more shortly!