ya see i got this dog, you know the kind with 4 legs and a tail, ya anyway he is special his name is roscoe but it should be lucky. he was a rescue dog my ex picked up at a shelter for me, (i did not ask for one )
it was raining that day with some thunder and lightening, (not normal for san Diego) she said she was going cage to cage checking out each dog, roscoe did not want anything to do with her but just as she was about to leave his cage a loud crackling then a ka boom came out of the clouds roscoe leaped into her arms.
i was about 2 years old then, he likes to smell every thing and mark some of them which has been a problem at times. our life together started out with getting rid of the gophers in the front yard. he loved it. he would sniff what hole the gopher was in, i would flush it out with the garden hose and he would grab it and shake it tell it did not move, then he would bury it. go figure? then it was rats, then lizards. a little dog with no fear is not a good thing. he own the street in front of my house nobody passes with out
inspection, one day he stood in the middle of the street that loud Harley was coming and it was not going to get away again with out inspection, the guy stopped but his front tire was on top of roscoe's head. his road rash scar is between his ears. ask me about the time the rattle snake bite him or when he spent 15 hours in the ocean or when the seal jumped into my boat or when i had to pull his head out of a pit bulls jaws or when he jumped out the window of my truck into on coming traffic and other nightmare adventures