New Church Calling. . .

So this morning I was called to be an Activities Committee co-chair in my ward! I was on the committee last semester, but since my roommate Allison (the former female co-chair) was called to be 2nd Counselor in the Relief Society last week, I was asked to be her replacement. Exciting things are sure to come from this, namely, snow tubing next week. :)

I am really excited for this opportunity to serve the Lord and the members of my ward!

And They Call it Puppy Love.

On September 6th 2006, my Daddy gave me the best birthday present I've ever received: My puppy, Oscar.

Born on July 29th of that same year, Oscar was a precious little Yorkshire Terrier who captured the heart of everyone he met. People who didn't even like dogs loved Oscar. People who hated having their faces licked didn't even mind when Oscar did it, because he was just so cute.

He quickly became my best friend and my favorite male being on the planet.
I loved him so much that I often referred to him as "my baby." Who would've thought that Mama's first grandkid would be so hairy?

Unfortunately, Oscar was hit by a car on Sunday, January 18, 2009 and is not with us anymore. I miss him so much!

But I have so many fond memories of Oscar.
Every time an ambulance, police car, or firetruck drove by the house with the siren on, he jumped in the window and barked like crazy, his little nub of a tail wagging up and down with each bark.
Anytime I spoke to him in a regular voice, he wouldn't pay any attention to me. But if I called him "Oscar Woscar" in my squeaky voice, he could not resist. Also, he loved it when Mama would sing "Oh, Oscar Woscar, oh Oscar Woscar. You are a silly dog, Oscar Woscar" to the tune of "Oh, Christmas Tree."
And I think his favorite words in the world were "bacon" and "Need to go potty outside?"
I know he must have always wished that he were an outside dog--every chance he got, he'd run outside, whether he had his leash on or not (this is what got him into trouble on Sunday). But he also enjoyed being inside in the warmth when it was cold outside.
Oscar was the best cuddle buddy. He loved to sit in my lap while I sat at the computer (this was especially funny when I wore my silky pajama pants; he was all the time slipping toward my feet). Also he always slept at my feet until morning when I woke up; then he'd sit at my head and watch me until I finally got up.
Oscar also liked to get himself buried in blankets. I don't know how many times we've wondered, "Where is Oscar?" and then called his name, only to see the blankets start to move as he tried to get himself untangled from them. One time Daddy lay down on his bed as he was about to go to sleep, and couldn't get comfortable. He said, "there's something in my pillow!" He picked it up, only to see a large lump in the bottom of the pillowcase. He took out the pillow, and there was Oscar, all cuddled up in the pillowcase!
He and our other dog, Saturn, were in love. This is funny because Saturn is about five times the size of Oscar; she's a black lab mix. Also, Oscar thought he was the big dog. Whenever Saturn's other boyfriends came along, he'd growl at them from inside like there was no tomorrow.
Oscar truly brought so much joy to our family. He loved everyone, and I will never forget the times I came home from college for Christmas and summer when he would not stop jumping on me for thirty minutes.
And when I had bad breath, I would breathe in his face, only to have him lick the air between us right afterwards.
That's true love right there, y'all.

I love that dog and I miss him dearly!