Roscoe


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Home:East Brunswick, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs


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Nicknames:
Roscalito, Chub, Fresh, The Boy, Roscoe the Wonder Pug, The Little Chubber, Butterball

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
October 4th 2004

Likes:
I love going for walks most. I get very excited and run in circles when I hear the word "OUTSIDE". Playing fetch is a great game that never ends. Eating Treats. I also love taking baths. Mostly, I like to jump in and out of the bath tub.

Pet-Peeves:
Being left alone. Halloween costumes! My reflection upsets me. The mop. Seeing people that are too far to properly greet. Getting my wrinkles cleaned! I hate that stuff, Mommy!

Favorite Toy:
It used horrible stuffed leopard that made growling noises when I shook it, but that had sadly stopped working. I now love my squirrel the most. I also love mini tennis balls and anything fuzzy. I especially like dryer lint. Yum!

Favorite Food:
Any wet food is my favorite, but most days I get Science Diet Beef flavor. I won't eat any other flavor if they switch it. I'll go on a hunger strike!

Favorite Walk:
I like it when my Mommy unclips my leash and lets me run around on the baseball diamond at a local park.

Best Tricks:
I've recently learned to sit and will go to my room when told to go to bed. Mommy can't believe it. Going pee pee on the paper used to be my greatest feat.

Arrival Story:
My Daddy begged my Mommy to get a dog for years. She didn't think that she was a dog person, so she refused him over and over again. He didn't give up. He dragged Mommy to the pet store every time they went to the mall. One day shortly after they got married, something clicked and she decided that she wanted to adopt a puppy, but Daddy had to do all the work. That's all she had to say! He then tracked down a local pug breeder and within two months, they brought me home! Mommy is now a dog person! She loves me so much!

Bio:
I've been told that I can't be trusted. Mommy and Daddy feel guilty because they have to leave me penned in the kitchen when they go to work. They would like to let me roam the house, but every time they think it will be OK to leave me, I do something bad like pee on the couch or dig a hole in the wall. I don't mean to be bad, I'm just bored and looking for attention. I guess I'll never get out of this kitchen!

Forums Motto:
Is that for me?

The Groups I'm In:
For The Love Of Pug! (FLOP), Hug a Pug!!!, Pugapalooza, ♥ Cutest Pugs™, All Things Pug, My Perfect Pug, Pug Life, Pug Pals, Pugadoodledo, Smooshed Noses United

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I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 23rd 2006 More than 8 years!

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Dogster Id:
252600


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Wishes for Santa Paws...

December 9th 2007 6:09 am
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"I just tagged you in Christmas tag! You need to write five wishes to Santapaws in your diary, then give five bones to the doggy who tagged you, then tag five other doggies. Merry Christmas!"

1. I wish that Mommy and Daddy would win the lottery so they wouldn't have to leave me every day to go to work.

2. I wish that I could figure out how to go pee pee in the center of the wee wee pad so that it doesn't trickle off the side and upset everyone.

3. I wish for more helpings of wet food. Every dog worth his salt loves wet food!

4. I wish for more trips to the park where I can fun free and sniff lots of stuff.

5. But most of all, I wish for more TREATS for everyone!!!!!! Did someone say TREAT? Where are the TREATS????

 

Fun Game!

May 25th 2007 7:27 am
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Here are the rules: each player starts with 7 random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post in their diaries "the rules" and their "7 Pawsome Facts."

Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don't forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and tell them to read your Diary, or send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been tagged!!

7 Pawsome Facts About Me:
1. Mom and Dad like to make up silly songs about my chubby rolls all the time. It's really degrading.
2. I like to lick the couch from time to time.
3. I see dead people! I often like to growl at a random corner of the room.
4. I can't walk in a straight line. I like to constantly walk in circles and tie Mom or Dad up with my leash.
5. I hate when Mom dresses me funny! I prefer to be a nudist.
6. I don't like to get locked in the kitchen. I try to run away and hide when I see Mom and Dad getting ready to go out.
7. I love Mommy most!

7 Pals I've tagged:
1. Brutus (Mr. Pants) - The man with many faces!
2. Zoey - The princess pug!
3. Wheezer - A man who knows how to take charge in a car!
4. Shay - The girl that stole my heart. I never see her anymore!
5. Elliot Jay - The wise sage pug.
6. Coleman - The fury fishy!
7. Winnifred WigglePants - The diva pug.

 

My Three Brushes With Death

August 7th 2006 1:50 pm
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My Mommy took me on a special trip to my Aunt Daria's house on Saturday. I've only been there once before, but I LOVED it because it's the place where I learned how to swim. Of course, nobody was ready for me to swim that day! The inground pool wasn't up and running just yet. The water was still black and murky. That didn't stop me! I jumped right in to everyone's horror! Luckily, my little head popped up and I started doing the doggie paddle. The rest of the day was spent trying to keep me from jumping in again.

Since that day, Mommy has been dying to take me back to Aunt Daria's for a proper swim. We finally got a day all set and Mommy packed up the car, threw me in the back seat, and started on our hour trip to Aunt Daria's house for fun and refreshment. We weren't too far into our trip when Mommy started to notice the signs. I was dying! The air conditioner in Mommy's car was not working properly and I just couldn't take the heat. I had my head lying on the armrest in between the two front seats and my tongue was hanging out. Mommy was so scared and not sure what to do. She was on a highway and didn't have too many options. She decided to pull into a gas station and ran into the store to buy me some water. She bought a big bottle and doused me with it. She then filled up what the cup holder in the back seat with water. That was a good idea. I took a long drink. I was starting to look better, but I still wasn't completely back to normal and the car just wasn't cooling down. Mommy drove a little further, but continued to look back at me the whole way to see how I was doing. I was lethargic, but hanging in there. She then pulled the car into the shoulder, reached back to get me, and held me in front of the vents for a while. The air wasn't really cold, but it felt good all the same. That was another good idea. Once Mommy thought I was cool enough, she put me back in the back seat and continued on her way. She was a little more than halfway there at that point, so she decided to put the petal to the metal! We finally got to Aunt Daria's house and Mommy breathed a sigh of relief. She was so scared!

Mommy started to relax once we got inside the cool house. She set out a bowl of water for me and changed into her bathing suit. She couldn't wait to get me in the pool!

A few minutes later, Mommy and I walked over to the pool. I was a little unsure about that place. I love bath-time, but this was a bit different. I inspected the perimeter for a while and then I decided to hop in. I went under at first and then my little head popped up while I doggie paddled. Thank goodness, my Aunt Heather was there to help me! Mommy came rushing over and then scooped me up. She then went back into the deep water with me. She would let me go for a few seconds at at time to watch me swim, but she saw that I wasn't having too much fun so she didn't leave me for long. Aunt Daria brought a raft over. They decided to put me on the raft and push me around. I wasn't sure what to make of the raft. It wasn't very stable, but it was better than sinking in the deep water, so I endured it. Mommy and Aunt Daria snapped a bunch of pictures of me on the raft. They thought it was cute or something. I didn't think it was very funny! Eventually, Mommy let me out of the pool. Here and there, she would try to coax me back in, but I wanted nothing to do with it, THANK YOU!

Later that night, they decided to take me for a walk through a little beach town. Didn't they know that I was completely exhausted? It was a big day for me! We walked around for about 30 minutes when they noticed that I was panting hard again. That Mommy really needs to be more considerate of me! Luckily, she redeemed herself by scooping me up and getting me into Aunt Daria's car. The AC in Aunt Daria's car actually works, so I perked up pretty quickly.

I have spent the last two days trying to recover from all of these brushes with death. I am completely exhausted. I have been walking around in a daze and haven't been especially interested in food or playing. I still like TREATS, I'm not crazy or anything! I just don't scarf down my food like I normally do. I few runs at fetch has been more than enough. I really need to get my rest! It was a long weekend!

 
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