Roscoe was 100 pounds of love, energy and some frustration for his uprights. After many obedience classes he still had to do things his way. He always thought the doorbell rang for him and it was his job to answer the door and announce the visitor. He had quite a bark!
He died unexpectedly at home the day after his 12th birthday. Our home has been too lonely without him. We are used to chew toys and dust balls. We hope he has a swagger in his step in his afterlife, and squirrels beware.