Roscoe

Saturday night Roscoe and I played in the snow. I know you know I hate snow, but Roscoe doesn't know that. He had a lot of fun.



Sunday, Roscoe and I went for a walk. We headed up the road...

At a pace too brisk for me!

Is he pulling me?

Of course, I was decked out in the latest fashion....bunny boots and pajamas....you can probably gather that I've never been concerned with what other people think.

We are on the way back home.

Daisy was watching us. Right after that Roscoe pulled me and I fell. End of walk.

Roscoe

Is that the biggest smile or what?

I tell him he looks like a doofus, but he just tells me he's happy to see me.

This would be Roscoe's normal level of activity!

Puppies are so exhausting!

Ok, the camera caught the tail in a dorky position, but look at how tall he is. He's going to be such a big boy.

Please, don't ask how old he is....he was 9 weeks when we got him, and I can't see to remember when that was. I still need to pick up his AKC paperwork and send it in. It has just fallen to the bottom of the list of things to do. I would guess he's about 4 months old (I will get this figured out!)