Ravings of a Mad Man: vol. 6.41
It is better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid then open it and remove all doubt
-Mark Twain
Often times in your life you will meet someone or some creature that teaches you a lot about who you are and what you would like to be. I guess as I think about the important life-forms in my life, my list wouldn't be complete without Roscoe. But now as we look back on the events of last Tuesday we can only ponder on a life that was lived to the fullest by a dog that enjoyed every moment of his existence. Roscoe was a Cairn Terrier much like Todo from the Wizard of Oz. He was an amazing athlete. Standing roughly 1 foot tall Roscoe could easily jump over our 4 foot high fence. He would often do this to run free in the park across the street from our house. He would sniff, pee and enjoy the wide open spaces. Roscoe, once his business was complete would always return safely home to our loving arms. It always brought joy to our hearts to see our little puppy sitting at the front gate patiently waiting for us to let him back in. Frankie would always tell us that he had arrived home. On Tuesday January 24, 2012 Roscoe leapt over our fence for the millionth time to go and have free reign of the school yard. Around 1:30 PM Jenny heard a knock at the door it was Animal Control informing Jenny that he had just picked Roscoe up. Jenny thought that he had been incarcerated again but he had been run over by a car. Roscoe left our family to play in the great spacious fields of the afterlife. He truly was the best dog in the world. Well tied for 1st with Frankie but we think he may have edged Frankie out.
Roscoe was the leader of the pack; he knew what he wanted and did everything he could to get it. If he were a human he would have been a high powered CEO that controlled more of the world then people would like to admit. Instead as a dog he was in control of small army of dogs that secretly met up to play games of 4-square and cause chaos anywhere they could. Okay that last part isn't true but if you knew Roscoe you knew he demanded respect and attention. He also enjoyed some quality alone time to reflect on his existence. He was a deep thinker always trying to better himself. Every time I would come home, it didn't matter if it was late, hot, cold, raining, snowing or ideal conditions he would pick up his ball wag his tail and run to the door in hopes to get a little fetch in. I have always wanted to play catch in my yard and Roscoe helped fulfill that desire. He knew when it was time to come in and cuddle up next to you. He was the cuddliest dog I have ever had. He loved lying right on you to let you know exactly what you meant to him. The things I loved most about Roscoe can't be replaced. I like to tell myself that he is not dead but rather he has been recruited by a top secret government agency. The agency needed some new recruits that could infiltrate the enemy's hearts. Roscoe is the perfect dog for the job. Quick, agile and full of energy Roscoe could run 40 yards in 3.5 seconds (I didn't ever time him I am just guessing and how are you going to prove me wrong?) I can just picture Roscoe held up in a cave with the enemy secretly planting listening devices and plotting extraction plans. You will be missed little buddy.
Trivia Time: Has anybody found the pet cemetery where I can resurrect Roscoe?
Quote of the Week: It doesn't matter what happens in your life, what matters is how you deal with it. (I told this to Frankie who is really depressed about the whole experience)
Have a good week I know I will
Eric Jones
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