I hate coming in here to write this post, because it's too sad and feels like the end of an era.
Yesterday we said goodbye to Rosco. Rosco who was the doodle inspiration behind DK.
Rosco, *my* first dog.
I don't really want to write a long memoir. His story is interspersed all over DK.
This was a short walk we took over Christmas break. He didn't have much energy, but he seemed to be up a lot at night, and this was my attempt to get him "tired enough."
We did that again on Rosco's last day.
One of my favorite photos of him is of the day I picked him up at the breeder's... Giant pup with the face of Andy Rooney. He was mellow as can be, but turned into Jaws at random hours of the day. Wasn't fully potty trained (i.e. had accidents) until he was nearly a year and even then you couldn't leave him too long ... for years! I'm convinced his bladder was the size of a grape for years.
Rest in peace, my sweet boy. You were a GOOD dog.