I am very excited to be entering Mango Minster 2011 this year!  I’ll  be entering into the Cracker Dog category.  Here are the guidelines:

Cracker Dogs
Are you a terrier (this alone qualifies you). Now before all you “mild mannered” terriers wax indignant, I remind you that we are HUGE terrier fans here at the estate. But I know that there is cracker dog inside you all (yes, even a certain ladylike NYC dwelling gal of whom I have seen actual video footage all running cracker dog in the snow).

My name is Oskar & I am a terrier.  My people say that I’m actually a terrier and a half whatever that means!

Some of my nicknames are “I said come!”,  “GET DOWN”, “Please let our guest come into the house”, and “Oskar, put away your lipstick.”.  I believe that selective hearing is a right of mine as a miniature schnauzer.

Do you run zoomies for no apparent reason other than, well, you know… CRACKER!

This question is somewhat confusing to me, as there is no reason necessary for zoomies.  I like to compliments my zoomies with fun tactics like barking, playing keep away, and heaving myself over a fence that my people set up to keep me from going behind the shed.

My zoomies are so fast, I am just a blur!  My boy Jack’s legs are much longer than mine, but there’s no way her can catch me!
Do you dig gigantic holes just for the fun of it?

Landscaping my yard is one of my primary duties.  Hole placement is of the utmost importance.  Here are some examples.

He was digging in the wrong spot, I showed him the right spots!

The brick is there to keep me out…not gonna happen!



Almost done…



And, perfect!

Do you shred paper, boxes, or anything else that is handy (including, but not limited to tables, rug, toilet tissue, Sanita clogs, or furnitures)?

If there is a paper that is too big it could cause trouble for the environment or something, right?  Here I am helping open my pal Busters Christmas gift.

And of course if it goes into the garbage can in pieces that are too large that could be a problem.  Oskar, to the rescue!  With no thought to my own safety, I will bravely remove any and all paper or foil in need of shredding and handle it swiftly.

Do you find it necessary to fling yourself at the door whilst yapping your head off whenever a guest comes a knocking?

Well my mail person, UPS man & Fed-Ex guy do not believe that there is only one dog that lives here…they think I am a pack, BOL!

Are your legs spring loaded, thus allowing you to poke your snooter into human eye sockets even when the hapless human is standing upright?

I jump, I hurl myself at them allowing them maximum Oskar exposure and I even introduce them to my lipstick.  Talk about maximum Oskar exposure, BOL!  Hey people come here for one reason only, to see me, so I don’t want to send anyone away disappointed!

Do you spaz out at the mere mention of a tennis ball?

My people can’t say the words tennis or ball.  Or the initials TB.  If they do this I am cracker until someone plays ball with me.  This is also true of my orange octopus, my dumbbell, my blue squishy toy and any other outside toy.  It is fun to make my people make up new words to try and fool me!

My name is Oskar Wilhelm Hoerauf & I am 100% terrier-cracker dog.  I would appreciate your vote for me at the most prestigious Mango Minster 2011 event!