The dog in the picture on this blog does not have a cigar in his mouth. So please stop asking (j/k I’ve never gotten an email from this blog). That’s Roscoe. He’s 50% German Shepard, 25% Black Lab, and 25% Springer Spaniel.
Fun Facts:
He weighs 85 pounds.
He likes to bark at he mail man.
He doesn’t like odd people.
He knows how to high five although it normally ends up being a high ten.
When he’s frisky he pins his buddy, Boris Bassett, to the floor by his neck.
He often burps after eating.
He likes to shake but he’s so tall he’ll nail you in the privates if you don’t catch his paw (I normally don’t warn people. It’s a riot).
If Boris is in a kennel, Roscoe will find a toy or bone and leave it in front of the kennel door or chew it right in front of Boris.
He sneaks upstairs if he thinks no one is around or you’re in the shower. Once you turn the water off you hear him sneak back down.
You can’t say cookie, bone, chewy, food, monkey, squeaks, rope, walk, hike, Maggie, Victoria, Dad, Hobie, Sicily, booze, or ice cube, without him getting excited.
He likes to lay down in puddles to cool off.
He hates the spray bottle.
He once ate a bar of soap and a ball point pen at the same time…he didn’t throw up…he did something else.
Before Boris came along he used to play fetch by himself (no human involved) in the backyard.
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