Oso means bear in Spanish, and it's easy to see why someone might choose this name for this guy. He's brown, and thick bodied, with shaggy fur. He looks, surprise surprise, a lot like a little bear. Hence, Oso.
And I'm glad to say that you won't find him on the humane society's website anymore, because he's been adopted.
That's good, because he'd gotten shier in the time between our first and second walk. He was seeming a little stressed. He shied away from me, and was scared. I had to let him back away from the harness a few times, and then drape it across his neck without fastening it for a while, before we could walk.
Once we went out, though, and he wasn't near the other dog noise, he really prowls. He's a strong boy, and pulls when he wants to, which is most of the time. He is definitely a boy dog: if he can reach it, he's going to pee on it. But it was really nice to watch him go from cowering in the kennel to prancing on the road, and walking with an open-mouthed grin and a peacock's tail.
