Tuesday, June 29, 2010

A Tribute to Roscoe

Last night our family pet of seven years went to live at a Beagle Rescue Group of Illinois. They will find a home for him that hopefully consists of a family with a farm so he will have lots of room to romp around, and come back to play with the family when he needs some loving.

Roscoe has provided a lot of stories and conversations over the years. Not to mention the memories of being our first dog, first four-legged baby, and the move to Illinois.



I could tell you about the endless Nutra-Grain Bars, waffles and any other food he has swiped from the table (sometimes he even got up on top of the table on all fours chowing down)...

the time Sheldon had just finished cleaning our carpet - he let Roscoe inside and Roscoe immediately peed on the carpet...

the time Sheldon spent several hours fixing holes in the fence at our old house in Easley then Roscoe dug another hole and got out that same day...

all the times we've told Roscoe to get off the couch (because of the endless shedding)...

all the times he begrudgingly let Hayes run and jump on him, chase him around the house and lasso him...

the time Roscoe got out of our house in Illinois, and I had to prop the door open and wait for him to come in while crouching in the recliner. I had to push the recliner back and quickly close the door behind him...

the time he got out in Easley around 11pm one night (he would usually stay out at least 2-3 hours before coming home), and our next door neighbors opened their window and said "shut up, Roscoe" then slammed the window closed...

the time in the near future where I am going to have to replace five blinds in our home that Roscoe damaged


I'm confident Roscoe is going to be a happier dog with a new family. He's not going to have to be boarded at the vet all the time, and will be around other beagles for a little while waiting for a home.


Goodbye Roscoe, Rossketti, Sketti, Houdini, Boscoe - Russian Beagle. It is going to be hard not having you around, and I know one little 3 1/2 year-old that desperately misses you already (sob, sob). I'm just hoping Hayes won't remember your departure. That was the hardest part.

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