You’ve joined a long line of loving and lovable pets. When we moved to Akron, daughter Kathy brought home a Heinz 55 pup that one of her teachers had.
That was Cleo. She lasted through 4 kids and 15 plus years before old age caught up with her.
Next came Lady. Lady was a stray Sheltie that Amy found on the street. Exactly a year after we lost Cleo. We had promised her we would get her a Sheltie since relatives had a couple dogs they were planning on getting together.
That never happened.
Lady was nothing but a bag of bones, but she was friendly and loving. We took her to the vet, got her shots and a good checkup.
And she turned out to be a great dog for Amy.
Amy moved out but left Lady with us. And she was lots of company.
She got sick at about 16 and again we were without a dog
We got new carpets after that (Lady shed and her hair was the same color as the old carpet) of course it was embedded in the rug.
It was more than a year before Max came along. Max was a Lasso, the same breed as Chester, Kathy’s dog.
Max was owed by a lady Amy worked with and she was giving him up because her husband was allergic.
He was a great little guy and was probably the runt of the litter because of a defect or two that took away any chance that he would qualify as a through bred.
We took him on trips and he behaved fine. He’d lie back on his bed in the backseat until he heard the rustle of a paper bag. Then he stuck his nose between the front seats just in case there was some food in it for him.
Old Man Time caught up with him and again, we had no dog.
We were thinking of another lasso when Amy came up with a rescued poodle that had had health problems. She had to be spaded and all her teeth pulled. The vet didn’t think she would live.
But the minute she came into my arms, she perked up and rarely left my side. And she was one of the best, most loving dogs you would ever want.
Congestive heart failure did her in.
I started looking around for another pet.
An ad in the Beacon Journal caught my eye. Lady had a poodle and was asking only $100.
So daughter Amy, who is a vet tech, called her and we went over to meet her and her family and that include six poodles).
We talked and got know each other. She was looking for a loving home for her 8-year-old Roso. He came to me right away and seems to enjoy my petting him.
When Carole was sure my home would be just right for Rosco, she agreed to the adoption with the stipulation that if it didn’t work out, she’d take him back. If anything happened she wanted him back. She
Was concerned with his future.
When I offered to pay the $100 she said that wasn’t necessary. That asking price was to keep away somebody who didn’t really want the dog but might take it to try to profit from it.
When we got back from vacation in Minnesota, she delivered Roso to us.
And he fit right in. It didn’t take long for him to adapt to us and vice versa.
He sleeps on a bed in Dot’s room and he’s there until she gets up in the morning. While she’s in the bathroom he comes into my room and wants up on my lap.
So we watch some TV together or he sits quietly while I mess with the computer.
He loves to watch TV. And in the evening he climbs on my lap to watch TV with Dot and me. But he’s off like a shot when a dog or horse shows up on the screen. He runs over to the TV and stands up, putting his front paws up on the TV stand.
When the animal goes off screen, he’d run into the kitchen to see if it went in there. He has certain commercials that he watches for and seems to remember there’s an animal in it somewhere. He’ll start off growling and when the animal appears he’s off again to the TV set.
He loves to ride in the car and it ready to go when he sees us put our coats on. If we don’t take him, he’s waiting by the door for us to come back into the house.
He now has a car seat which is high enough so he can look out without having to stand up.
And he’s a great walker, unlike Becky who only wanted to be carried.
And he’ll cuddle, sitting on your lap and pressing his head against your chest.
Yes, Rosco fits right in.
Welcome, little boy.
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