Feeling Blue

For my pal Zeke's daddy, Blue.

MY FRIEND BLUE IS MISSING AND IT MAKES ME SAD!
HOW WOULD IT BE IF I WERE MISSING. WOULD PEOPLE HELP
MY MOM AND DAD FIND ME?
WOULD SOMEONE PICK ME UP AND TAKE CARE OF ME MAKING ALL ATTEMPTS TO FIND MY REAL HOME?
WOULD I WANDER THE WOODS TRYING TO SURVIVE UNTIL HELP COMES?
WOULD IT EVER COME?
I DON'T LIKE TO THINK OF BLUE DOING ANY OF THESE ... IF HE IS WITH SOMEONE I HOPE THEY JUST HAVEN'T HEARD THE NEWS THAT HIS FAMILY IS SEARCHING. I HOPE SOMEDAY THEY WILL HEAR THAT HE IS A MISSING FAMILY MEMBER AND THEY BRING HIM HOME.

FOR SIX MONTHS NOW I HAVE BEEN "FEELING BLUE"

PLEASE HELP US IN HIS SEARCH ...PLEASE HELP BRING HIM HOME!

Blue, a black and white Siberian Husky (4 year old male, brown eyes, microchipped) has been missing since May 8, 2007 from Brighton, MI.
Dogster page: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/620507
Website : http://whereisblue.com
E-mail: inform@whereisblue.com
Telephone: (313) 550-6095
Reward offered for his return, no questions asked.
Permission and gratitude for cross posting. Thank you!

A note from Roscoe's mom.

Regarding recent comments made by a certain Whoopi Goldberg in reference to Michael Vick and his barbaric murdering of dogs:

I was born in Atlanta, raised in a small town in TN, I have lived in Charlotte, NC and currently reside in Knoxville. I have no clue why someone would think that dogfighting is part of “Southern Culture.” Grits and okra, definitely, but dogfighting? It is heartless and barbaric. I hope that no one else has that ignorant perception of the south or it’s inhabitants. Everyone is so quick to point a finger at “culture”, instead of taking responsibility for what they know is wrong. Mr. Vick, I certainly hope you have repented. As for Ms. Goldberg, perhaps she should spend more time in the real south, the one where we love and protect our animals, not murder them.

Prison

Hello Dogsters!
It has been a while since I barked a new entry. Mommy and Daddy decided that they needed a vacation so they sent us to prison, er, the kennel for 10 whole days! Can you believe that??? We even had to get baths today before we left. No stinky pups coming home Mommy said. Oh well. It wasn't so bad. I was Lily's little body guard. The vet told Mommy that I wouldn't let any other dog near her. Shhhhh, don't tell Mommy, but I just love my sis and didn't want to have anyone mess with her. We also had to get our annual vaccinations and boy does my bummy hurt! The vet said that we were very healthy. Yay!!!
Not much else is really exciting in Roscoeland. Mommy is getting a new car tomorrow. Something with a light interior or something she said. I don't know, maybe it's the pup hair she wants to hide. Daddy picked out a "surprise" car for her last year. He got one with a dark gray interior and our hair is just everywhere. Mommy can't take it anymore so she's going to go get something else. Poor Daddy, he's always doing something nice for us and Mommy. I just love my Daddy. Maybe we can go for more car rides in the new car! ^_^

It has finally cooled off here in Knoxville. It was so hot for weeks and weeks! Mommy was so worried about us because my brother from my litter, Hunter, died of a heat stroke several years ago. His owner was doing yard work and he just collapsed. Mommy was so upset when she found out about Hunter.
Mommy kept huge bowls of fresh water everywhere. We even got a huge bowl of ice everyday too. I just love ice. I like to chase it all around on the linoleum and then let it melt on the carpet. Mommy isn't so fond of my game though. Humph!

Well Mommy is going to get her camera from Nanny's house tomorrow and take new pictures to post. So be on the lookout in the coming days.

Lovies to my pup pals and everyone have a safe and happy Labor Day Weekend!!!

Roscoedog

Tagged!

I got tagged by Sir Tucker!

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post in their diary the rules and their seven pawsome facts. They then chose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don't forget to bark a pmail that they have been tagged and need to read your diary or send a rosette announcing they have been tagged. Copy and paste rules in your diary then put in your info.
My 7 facts:

1. I love to sit with my Daddy on the leg rest of his recliner.
2. I taught my sister Lily how to go up and down stairs!
3. I used to wee squatting down. : ( How embarrasing!
4. I prance around after I find my Precious tennis ball.
5. I try to shove two tennis balls in my mouth at the same time.
6. I let out a sharp, piercing scream when I don't get my way.
7. I love it when Mommy rubs my muzzle.

Here are my seven!

1. Anusha
2. Dudley
3. Balto
4. Ladybug
5. Bugoy
6. Jennie
7. Annie

How I got my name . . . and other interesting facts you may- like to know about me.

I like the name, my name, Roscoe and all it's incarnations: Rosc, Roscoedog, Roscoe P . . . : )


Well as most of you have already read in my biography, I was a surprise present for my mom's 21st birthday (she's getting old, you do the math). Well, my daddy knew my mommy was sad that her kitty Taffy was sick and dying. Taffy lived with my Nanny and Papa (my mommy's pawrents) and mommy didn't get to see him alot, so she was sad. Mommy and daddy had been married a few years and had talked about getting a dog (daddy is not fond of cats). Mommy thought this would never happen since they rented a townhouse that didn't allow pets. So daddy hatched a plan . . . get the puppy and don't let anyone find out about it. The son of the owner of the townhouse lived next door (he was in college) so daddy had to be extra careful.
The people that my daddy got me from lived on a farm somewhere in the middle of nowhere in southeast TN. My daddy worked with a cousin of the family I was living with. There were 5 puppers in my litter, three girls and two boys. I, of course, was the cutest and the family didn't want to give me away. They had named me Bo. They were trying to give daddy my brother, Hunter, or one the of girls. Daddy was determined. I was a wriggly little pup and somehow daddy had managed to talk them into parting with me. So daddy brings me home knowing that mommy wouldn't be home for a while (she was at a bachelorette party for someone she barely knew, desparately looking for any excuse to leave). She finally got her chance and headed home. Daddy answered the door and asked mommy if she was alone. Of course she was, silly daddy. Daddy opened the door and mommy saw me lying on the couch. Daddy told her not to touch me that he had just gotten me to calm down and to stop whining. Mommy couldn't contain herself! She was so excited!!! "What should his name be?", mommy asked. Daddy told her that I had been called Bo. Mommy decided that the name sounded too much like "No" and from the looks of me she knew that she would have to say that word, alot. It was late and mommy wanted to sleep on it so they decided to name me in the morning. So we all piled into the big bed and dreamt the night away.
The next day Mommy told daddy she wanted to name me Luke. For those of you who are familiar with The Dukes of Hazzard tv show (and yes my pawrents are southern and they watched this show as children), you will notice a trend with the names. Well, daddy decided that he didn't like the name Luke. So they thought some more. They were sitting on the couch just looking at me playing in the floor. I was hopping along minding my own business. Mommy was still pressing for the name Luke. Daddy was not having it. "Well why don't we just call him Boss Hog then!" daddy said in exasperation. At this point I was sitting in the floor with my back to them. Mommy and daddy looked at each other with a knowing look and exclaimed "Roscoe!' at the same time. Well I turned around to see what all the commotion was about. I already knew Roscoe was my name, mommy and daddy just hadn't figured it out yet.
Now even though I do not share the same qualities as the inspiration for my name, somehow it fits. Now everyone that sees me says "Yep, he's a Roscoe". Roscoe P. Craig is the name.

Happy Birthday to me!

Today is my 7th birthday! Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday little Roscoe, happy birthday to me!!!


Mommy took me and Lily to Bark in the Park this morning. It was kinda crowded, but we had fun hanging out with Hollie and her mommy. We were pulling mommy all different directions and she kinda got grumpy, BOL, like me! I got a new ball and Lily got a new squeaker baby. Boy were there alot of dogs there!

Lovies to all my wonderful Pup Pals!

Roscoedog

Help! I ate a cooked chicken bone!!!

Oh my dogness, my mom is about to have a panic attack. I did a very bad thing this evening. Mom went to KFC for dinner (it is a big no no for her, but right now I will focus on the more important issue; Me). Well you know I am a Beagley and well you get the picture. Mommy finished her dinner and threw it away. After she let us in I went garbage surfing and came across the leftover bones. (Mom was sooooo mad at herself that she didn't take out the garbage right after she threw her dinner away). It was so delicious. Mommy heard me crunching away and knew exactly what it was. She ran to me and tried her hardest to get it away from me, but too late. Now she is in panic mode knowing all the horrible things that can happen with cooked chicken bones. What should she do? She has tried to look info up on the internet, but they only thing she can find is "Never feed your dog cooked chicken bones." Nothing in the way of what to watch for or what to do. Should she take me to the vet first thing in the morning? Should she wait until I try to pass it? She is in the dark and very upset. I would appreciate any help I can get from my wonderful Dogster pals!

Roscoe, the naughty boy Beagley.

Oh where, oh where has my Precious gone? Oh where, oh where- could it be?

It has been three days since I last saw my Precious. Mommy took it from me when I snapped at her 'cause I was under the impression that she was trying to get it from me. (I didn't mean to mommy, I promise! You woke me from my nap and my Precious was vulnerable so I overreacted. I am sorry mommy, please give me my Precious back!) Mommy took me and put me in my kennel, but before that she laid hands on me and prayed over me to not be such a growly grump! : ) God can do miracles in pups too! : ) Guess what? I haven't growled or snapped since! BOL!
Anyway, mommy and Lily left me AGAIN today for two whole hours. They went to the Arthritis walk with Hollie and her mommy. I am kinda glad 'cause it was all rainy and cold today so I got to stay in my nice warm, dry kennel while Lily and mommy froze their tushy's off walking in the rain. ROTFBMTO!

Take that mean mommy and Lily!

Well Monday I will get to go walking and to the dog park if the weather is nice. Have a great week all my pup pals!

Roscoedog.

Hoppy Easter to all!

Hoppy Easter to all my pals! Remember the true meaning of the holiday when we celebrate the death and resurrection of the saviour of the world, Jesus!


Lovies to all,
Roscoedog.

The thunder rolls and the lightening strikes!

Oh no!!! It is thundering and there is a tornado warning here in Knoxville. I am so scared. Right now I am balled up under Mommy's computer desk dictating my diary entry to her. Lily is scwunched under here with me and I can't catch my breath. I hate thunderstorms. Good thing Mommy is here to protect me.

Oh, yeah. Check out the new pictures Mommy put on my slide show. We had fun today playing ball in the yard. Also, check out the new message feature Mommy added. You can leave me a message and not have to use a Rosette! Rosettes go fast around here!


Lovies,
Roscoe.