It's a little greyer around the edges, but still *shines* with the fire of your soul.
Oscar Wee the Magnificent.... a.k.a Oscar -Weiner Dog of the Wilderness, He-Who-Rolls-In-All-Things-Foul-and-Smelly, You-Stinky-Bastard, Weezies and the Hot-Weiner-Bottle.
Your breath can be deadly, your feet smell like corn-chips and you are my favourite (canine) snuggle buddy. You never complain when I cut your nails too short and have forgiven me for bringing two boisterous children into your Zen-like weiner-world.
You. Just. Are.