|Birth: ||Aug. 28, 1995|
|Death: ||Oct. 19, 2011|
Oscar Brennan Thomas Capps was born on August 28, 1995. His father's name was Moon and his mother's name was Jenny (if my memory serves me well.) Oscar was a border collie and my father had great hopes that he would be a great cow dog like his father Moon. But Oscar turned out to not fully understand rounding up cattle, as he would always bite at their front instead. Oscar was also 'gun shy,' tucking tail everytime he heard a gun cocked or when we would set off fireworks.
His sister, Missy, was given to Milly & Don Gross of Joplin Missouri.
At the time he was a puppy, we had several coon dogs along with Moon and when it came to feeding time, all the other dogs would fight him back; making him the last one to get to eat. Even after he was the only dog left, he wouldn't begin to eat until you were out of sight.
My father never claimed to like Oscar, since Oscar couldn't help with the cattle but when my father accidentally had run over Oscar, my dad felt bad and you could tell that my dad did indeed like him. At that time, Oscar couldn't walk at all and had to drag himself around the yard. One day, my mother commented that she thought it was cruel to let him suffer like that. She said to my father, "You probably should take him to the back of the place and put him out of his misery." Oscar must have heard her somehow, for he got up and began walking.... on his two front feet. He recovered from that, but his back legs were somewhat crossed and weaker.
When my dog Stella died in 2003, Oscar slept on her grave for the first week or two afterward. And when my father got a new dog which was named Sara. Sara the Dog. Those two dogs were proclaimed cat killers or rabbit killers or any rodent killer. Sara the Dog was the instigator and when she died, Oscar no longer did any type of killing. You could tell him, "Get that rabbit!" and he would run off in that direction but turn to go back when he thought you weren't looking.
My current dog, Gracie (who is the spitting image of Stella) was Oscar's girlfriend. He would run down to our house if she barked then run back to my mom's house. And on the last night that Oscar lived, he came down to our house to see Gracie. As we buried Oscar, she sat still and whined. She knew he was gone.
Created by: Sarah Capps
Record added: Oct 19, 2011
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