Oskar Origins
Meet my brother’s dog, Oskar.
Exhibit A pictured above: Oskar. Behold the rebellious curmudgeon in his finery. Circa May 2011- Mar 8 2026.
Do not be fooled by Oskar’s stoic visage. While he might look like an inside-out sock with googly eyes, Oskar was a legend. He regularly escaped domesticity, dog catchers, and even death itself.
Now, Oskar wasn’t supposed to make it, but he did. In honor of his life, I have started illustrating his story.
Now, Oskar was not your uncle’s prized Goldendoodle. Oskar came from nothing. Born to a chihuahua mother and pug father, Oskar never let his inbred family tree stop him.
Soon after he was born, he and his litter were abandoned and left to die. Only he and his sister survived, after being discovered by a kindly neighbor who gave him a second shot at life.
Oskar came to us as a flea-infested, scabby, mangey leper no bigger than a banana. And while he was hideous and weird, we loved him.
Oskar’s life reminds me of a simpler time. A time when rebels could thrive, when the world didn’t seem so complicated, and life felt authentic. That’s why I chose a retro rubber-hose cartoon style to tell his story. It’s nostalgic, chaotic, and lighthearted. But behind those wacky limbs and pie-cut eyes is a story about heartbreak, bad luck, and refusing to stay down.
Oskar wasn’t supposed to survive, let alone thrive.
This book is proof that he did both.
I’ll be posting more blogs as his story comes together. So check back regularly for more about Oskar and the gang. <3
