<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072006632422558992</id><updated>2011-06-06T19:50:58.152-04:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='oscar passing on'/><title type='text'>oscar.t.g.bartolini</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072006632422558992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M.C. Ranter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072006632422558992.post-5038452070893661561</id><published>2007-09-07T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:21:23.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Okky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss Oscar so much! He was so much fun. I remember living with him &amp; Glenn in Wilmette at the Harbor. Oscar loved doing everything that Glenn did; and if he was able to do it, he did it! Oscar even rock climbed with Glenn &amp; his friends in Colorado (I think it was CO, if not, Glenn will let me know &amp;amp; I'll get my facts straight). He was quite a traveler. He loved to go outside and on walks. It was funny if we said "Milwaukee" in front of Oscar. He would hear "walk" in the word and jump up to go out. So after that we would ask him if he wanted to go to Milwaukee when it was walk time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He loved swimming at the Harbor with his friend, Max. When Glenn was at school, I would ask Oscar if he wanted to go "simmin" and he would jump up and run down to the door. He would wait there until I said "Okay" and then he would jump up and pull down the handle to open the door. He would then run like crazy through the yacht club to the next door and wait again for the green light. Once he got outside he would tear down to the dock and jump in the water. He wouldn't get his head wet, though, and sometimes he didn't want to come out. One time Glenn and I had to take the dinghy all the way down to the Coast Guard station to get him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Those are just a little bit of the memories I have of Okky. I will write more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He was beautiful and loving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss Okky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072006632422558992-5038452070893661561?l=oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com/feeds/5038452070893661561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072006632422558992&amp;postID=5038452070893661561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072006632422558992/posts/default/5038452070893661561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072006632422558992/posts/default/5038452070893661561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-okky.html' title='I miss Okky'/><author><name>Erika O'B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JeEOXkzRYM8/SwsUw9m43kI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K_LlyORQDAA/S220/IMG_5213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072006632422558992.post-5802300996107885792</id><published>2007-08-29T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:39:40.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar's harness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZchKnmpITFE/RtXO1OVXyJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/usxJOt8zjjA/s1600-h/oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZchKnmpITFE/RtXO1OVXyJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/usxJOt8zjjA/s320/oscar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104213166470449298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar was a sled dog.  Siberian Husky owners know what that means, but for those of you who never took Oscar for a walk, what that means is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; become the sled!  When Oscar was wearing just a collar, he could generate several hundred pounds of force, and if he felt like choking himself, he could probably add another 20% to that.  However, when Oscar had on his harness, then there was a multiplier to the several hundred pounds of force...may a 1.5X or 2X...but whatever it was, it was you that were being walked.   And you knew it.   When we lived in Wilmette Illinois, I used to make leashes for walking Oscar out of the same rope that we used to tie boats to their moorings.  I added a clip so you could tie the rope around your waist.  This was to keep him from pulling the leash out of your hands, and to keep your arm from getting ripped off.   Oscar new when he was being walked by someone for the first time, and he would be well prepared.   His goal was to see how fast he could pull you along.  It was always ... hoooooooooooooooold onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072006632422558992-5802300996107885792?l=oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com/feeds/5802300996107885792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072006632422558992&amp;postID=5802300996107885792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072006632422558992/posts/default/5802300996107885792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072006632422558992/posts/default/5802300996107885792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com/2007/08/oscars-harness.html' title='Oscar&apos;s harness'/><author><name>M.C. Ranter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZchKnmpITFE/RtXO1OVXyJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/usxJOt8zjjA/s72-c/oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072006632422558992.post-3093114408774478527</id><published>2007-08-28T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:22:36.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscar passing on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Oscar Passing On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZchKnmpITFE/RtTYOeVXyHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j8rJ1yKiCtU/s1600-h/Christmas_Card1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZchKnmpITFE/RtTYOeVXyHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j8rJ1yKiCtU/s320/Christmas_Card1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103942020890085490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret to announce that Oscar has finally succumed to the his advancing years, passing away in his sleep on the evening of August 4th, 2007. Oscar was the best dog ever, full of love and happiness, and he and I had developed a wonderful trust over the years which made it possible for him and I to go everywhere together. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I just wanted to let you know that I have started this blog in memory of Oscar, in hopes that you can share memories of Oscar amongst his friends and family, and also enjoy some of the anecdotes, stories, photos about Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sorely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072006632422558992-3093114408774478527?l=oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com/feeds/3093114408774478527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072006632422558992&amp;postID=3093114408774478527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072006632422558992/posts/default/3093114408774478527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072006632422558992/posts/default/3093114408774478527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscartgbartolini.blogspot.com/2007/08/oscar-passing-on.html' title='Oscar Passing On...'/><author><name>M.C. 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