TET.Life (The Extraordinary Tourist Life)

Oscar, freshly back from getting his haircut on our front doorstep. Sept. 30, 2026. T he house is unusually quiet. It's been a couple of days since we said our final goodbyes to Oscar, our family dog of 16 years. In the last two to three weeks he couldn't really even bark, and he slept a lot through the day, so it's not that he isn't here to fill the noise. He just had a presence. He may have been a small dog but he was a big personality and part of our lives. Particularly in his last year, where he just seemed to be determined to have his say when he wanted to let you know you were required to help him stay on his schedule, breakfast, lunch, playtime, dinner, and, in his last few months, even expected to be tucked into bed (he started going to bed at about 9pm-ish on his own accord but would wait for me to follow him to bed). People often asked what breed he was? When his fur was cut short you could see the King Charles Spaniel. When it was long, he had more of the Poo...