Oscar is certainly living up to his namesake.
He came into our lives late winter/early spring of 2009, just around the time I finished reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz (a play on Ernest Hemingway’s short story The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber).
He went for days without a name. My dad wanted to name him Lucky 2, but it would have caused a bit of confusion because Lucky the Chihuahua still reined happy and healthy. After much deliberation, I dubbed our new Chihuahua/Jack Russell mix “Oscar,” mostly because the name “Oscar Wao” was still fresh in my mind.
The name stuck.
I don’t know if you’re familiar with Junot Diaz’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, but his protagonist, Oscar Wao, is an overweight New Jersey native obsessed with all things nerdy (i.e. science fiction, fantasy novels) and falling in love, whereas the Oscar in my life is an overweight mixed breed obsessively in love with food and his favorite green zoo animal-print blanket.
Is Oscar mindfully channeling his namesake’s aura? I don’t know… We did watch Star Wars and The Lord of the Rings together…