Dear Happy Endings,

My mom has been so busy and hasn’t written for a long time.  I will try to keep her in line in the future.  Two years have gone by.  They have been busy, fun filled years.  I just turned 10 on June 23. Like always I get a cake, and special presents, I have not outgrown my love for stuffed toys.  This year I got Leo the Leopard, and Paul the Platypus. This first picture is of my cake and my presents, before I got to them.  Have I told you I am very spoiled by my parents?  I am.

The next photo is of me getting the last speck of that cake, it was delicious! Almost as good as the ones my mom has baked for me.

My mom got a new car last year, and it still has seats that fold down, just so she can take me places.  In the summer, we take Grandma for a ride and always end up at the Dairy Queen. Mom and grandma get a small cone and I get a pup cup.  Grandma can never eat her whole cone, so she always adds some her ice cream, to my cup.  In May of this year, my grandma died, I am not sure if people go to over the Rainbow Bridge, but I think they do.  She will see all of her pets and all of her people that went before her.  I miss having her next door to me.  I did get to go see her at the Care Center when she was sick, and I tried to get right into the bed with her. I know she was happy to see me. Who wouldn’t be, I am so handsome, or at least that is what mom tells me.  

The squirrels are busy in the trees, especially the red ones, they make so much noise, and I still try and chase them, but haven’t caught one yet.  I have dug a hole in the back yard right behind the garage.  I lay in it to keep cool, and I can see all of my back yard from there.  Right over my head, under a balcony the Phoebes’ have built a nest. They fly in and out right over my head and neither of us seems to be disturbed by the other.  I can also watch the neighbor dogs who patrol the fence between me and them, and watch the squirrels and chipmunks.   My good friend Dirk, who was a black lab that lived two doors away also went over the Rainbow Bridge last year.  He was the best dog in the world, he loved everyone, and was so gentle. The whole neighborhood misses Dirk.

Now when my parents travel, I get to stay at home, and my Great-Nephew stays with me and takes care of me.  He is a lot of fun, and really nice to me.  Soon, my mom and dad will be gone for a week, and I will get to live it up with my nephew. Mom says it will be like a bachelor pad with the two of us.  Of course, my feline sister Iris will try and keep us in line. She just doesn’t get us “boys”.  We will have a good time, and when they come back, I am certain that they will bring back a souvenir from their trip for me.  I always get something from their trips, when they went on a Caribbean Cruise a year and half ago, I got a stuffed, seahorse named Salty.  All of my toy have names, and mom remembers them all.  I am not supposed to take my toys outside, but I try just about every day, I bring one to the door, and then I get told that the toy stays in.  I behave and drop it, but I still keep trying.  I did manage to get one outside when my nephew stayed with me last time. But I heard mom telling him to keep an eye on me in the future, so my guess is he will be on to me.

Here is a picture of me that I especially like, I am lounging on the living room floor.  I do this so that I can keep track of where everyone is at all times, because they need to step over me. They may decide to go somewhere without me, so this doesn’t give them a chance.

This past December my mom got sick, and I was really worried about her. In my entire life, I have never touched the Christmas tree or any of the ornaments. This year, the vet thinks, due to my stress over my mom’s health, I ate ribbon off from the tree twice. Mom was very concerned, and I was OK, but had a bad tummy for a few days.  The ribbon was removed, and I was not scolded, but I sure didn’t feel very well. So take it from Roscoe, don’t eat Christmas decorations. Stress eating is just not good for you!   Just sit quietly at the side of the person you are concerned about, and give them a few Golden kisses.  You will both feel better.  I will leave you with this photo of me rolling in the leaves in my back yard.  With a GIANT SMILE on my face.  This is a dog’s life and I am so happy in my forever home!  Thank You RAGOM!

Love and kisses,

Roscoe

xxoo

Dear Happy Endings,

It’s me Roscoe (Ragom #11-325), or as my dad calls me Roscoe T Roni.

It has been almost a year since I have written in.  My mom has been busy and I try to remind her that we need to write, but sometimes she gets too busy.  Last time we checked in, I had gone on that big adventure up north (I still don’t like lakes)!

Right after that, I celebrated my birthday, which is June 23.  It’s almost here again (that is a hint, mom and dad).  For my birthday, my mom looked up a special recipe for cakes made for dogs. She made great big cupcakes that had pumpkin, and dog treats baked right in, they were loaded with frosting made of cream cheese and pumpkin.  She made enough that I could share with some of my neighborhood dog friends. I have two neighbor Goldens, Sammy and my cousin Jessie & my best friend Dirk, who is a Black Lab.  They loved my moms baking, and so did I.  I hope she makes me something good again this year.  I have become such a good dog,   I don’t counter-surf, and I mind my manners at all times.  I am the most perfect dog in the world, that’s what my mom tells me. 

My mom and dad have taken a couple of vacations, and when they do, I get to stay at my Grandma's house.  She lives right next door, and has big back yard that is all fenced in just like my own yard.  The first time, they left me last summer, I whined a little bit, but then I realized that Grandma had all of my food and toys, and I could go right out her patio door into the big back yard.  This spring, they went away for a week, and I was very well behaved at Grandmas.

Last fall, my mom had an accident, she fell down and broke her right ankle and her left leg. She had to stay at home with me and my feline sister Iris for 7 weeks.  Mom said that I was the best nurse. She had to spend most of her time in bed, with her feet up so the bones could heal. I stayed on the bed with her all day, and would lick her foot that was sticking out of the cast. At first I was afraid of her cast, and the big boot she had to wear on the other foot, but once I learned that she would be home with me every day, I got used to it. The first day, I decided that I needed to go out. Mom had to use a scooter to get to the door to let me out.  It took her a long time to get to the door, and it looked very painful, mom reminded me that I usually don’t go out all day when she and dad are at work, so from that day on, I didn’t bother her to go out until Dad came home from work. My sister, Iris did some nursing too, but you know how cats are, too independent, between you and me, I was definitely the best nurse in the house!

My outdoor time now is spent stalking and chasing chipmunks. They run back and forth between my back yard and grandma’s back yard.  They get on the other side of the fence and drive me crazy.  They run under the decks and stairways.  When I stayed at Grandma's house, they ran under her deck, and I had to go under there to try and catch them. She thought I was stuck under there, but as soon as the chipmunks came out, so did I.  They are so fast, I can spend hours, just staring at the decks and under the staircases waiting for them to come out. So far, I have never caught one! I can be patient though.

I am such a lucky dog.  My parents are so good to me.  I have a good home, and a big back yard, and since I am so well behaved, I have the run of the house!  My parents love me to pieces, and spoil me rotten! They still think that they got the best RAGOM dog in the world, and I know I got the best adopted parents ever!

Talk to you later,

Love Roscoe

p.s. I am sending a couple of pictures of me eating my birthday cupcake!  Only 6 days until my next birthday when I will turn 7 (just a hint, Mom and Dad).

There was a stuffed toy in this bag. Look how happy I am!	I wasn’t crazy about the candles!
I ate every crumb!	Relaxing on the couch. It’s a dog’s life!

Dear Happy Endings,

I let my mom send in the pictures and she forgot to send one in that we really like. This picture is of me on the couch, when I hear my mom and dad coming down the street, I have a great view of the neighborhood from here.

Love, Roscoe

Hi! I’m Roscoe.

I thought I was living the great life with my Foster Mom.  She took good care of me, nursed me through some bad ear infections, and I got to play with her other Golden’s.  I was only there two days when Rob and Karen came to meet me to see if they wanted to adopt me. They seemed pretty nice.  They told my Foster Mom (FM) that they wanted to adopt me, and they didn’t need 24 hours to think about it.  I think they fell head over heels for me, which doesn’t surprise me, since I am such a good boy, well behaved and so good looking.

My new mom, Karen could hardly wait until the next week when they were going to pick me up.  She talked to my FM or emailed her every day just to check on how I was doing. She told my FM that I had a whole basket of toys waiting for me. She called and checked on what kind of food I needed to eat. She asked if I needed a dog bed, or if I would want to sleep in the people bed.  She sure seemed to be interested in me, and my needs. I had a feeling that when I got there, I would be pretty spoiled.

On October 7th, Karen and Rob (mom and dad) picked me up and took me to my FUREVER home. I couldn’t believe it, when we got to my new home, they took me to the back yard which is really big and all fenced in.  Before we even went in the house we walked next door where my grandma lives and I got to meet her.  I don’t think I ever had a grandma before, especially one right next door. She didn’t know that mom and dad were going to adopt me, so I was a big surprise to her too. I am pretty lucky dog!

The first night, I slept on the floor in moms and dads room.  In the middle of the night I made some talking noise, and mom thought I maybe needed to go out.  She took me out (which I didn’t need), when we came back in I jumped up their bed, and slept the night away. Now that is where I always sleep.

I do have to share some of the attention with my feline sister Iris.  Iris hid the whole first day that I was in my new home. But she is also very spoiled and realized that if she didn’t come out, she wouldn’t get any attention from mom and dad. Needless to say, Iris and I are becoming friends. We both sleep with mom and dad (it’s a good thing they have a king sized bed).

I have met my extended family, aunts, cousins, second cousins, and I love them all.  I have met (people) neighbors, and I like them all too.  I know when mom or dad put my gentle leader on, that I am going for a walk on the street, where I frequently meet other neighbor dogs. I even met a cousin, who is a RAGOM dog named Jessie, who lives at the end of my block.  Jessie is very nice, but kind of shy.  I really do a good job of walking in the gentle leader, at first I was a little afraid of it, but now I know it means a walk, so I don’t mind putting it on. Yesterday when mom took me for a walk, she asked me to stop and wait a few times; I got a lot of praise when I did what she told me to do.  So I think she is learning what a smart boy I am.

When I go out in the back yard, I chase balls, and run like the wind from one end of my yard to the other. I go far into the underbrush and get thistles on me, so mom has to brush them out of me, but I don’t care because I love to be brushed and touched. When mom or dad start to pet me, my tail goes ninety miles an hour, and I have the cutest butt wiggle in town. When they first get home from work, I run into the bedroom, jump up on the bed and roll over and over and push my head into the pillows. I get lots of snuggles then.

Mom took me to my new vet last Friday for a re-check of my ears. My Doctor said that my infection was almost gone; I only need medicine in one ear for a few more days.  She also said that my weight is perfect for my height and length. My new Dr.’s were happy to meet me and all of the techs in the clinic told me how handsome I am.  I was a very good boy on the ride to and from, and well behaved in the clinic.  I sat and patiently waited while mom paid the bill.

I don’t know what I have done to deserve such a good home, but whatever it is I am thankful. My parents love me to pieces, my sister cat is liking me more and more every day.  My parents think I am the greatest dog in the world, and I try really hard to be that.

I am sending a few photos now, and will send some later with me and my sister Iris.  I just want to thank RAGOM for all the work they do to help lucky Golden’s like me find their FUREVER homes.

Love,

Roscoe XXOO