Showing posts with label Roscoe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roscoe. Show all posts

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Distress


Mom is thinking of moving my blog over to wordpress. I don't know what a word press is but I am worried all my faithful friends and readers won't know where I am at!!! This is causing me much distress, I am also distressed because we have not had any chicken strips in the house for at least a week. Just those crunchy milk bone things. I am also distressed because mom always laughs at Dennis's Diary of Destruction, but I don't see her laughing when she reads my blog. What am I to do!!

So will you guys still come visit me if mom moves my blog? Will you change your links so other friends can find me? What should I do to make mom laugh?

As you can see from this picture, Rascally Roscoe is not worried about any of these things!! He just wants a belly rub. He thinks he is going to be invited to the red carpet premiere of Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Mom says in his dreams.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Pink and Green

I have 2 beds. One is pink and the other one is green. They are exactly alike, except for the color. The pink one is in the bedroom and the green one is in the living room. Sometimes one of the terrorists (Roscoe) likes to sleep in my bed. I usually let him for at least a little while. I don't know why mom just doesn't buy him a blue bed!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Human Birthdays and Walks


The picture is of me and Roscoe, one of the terrorists. The other terrorist, Sprocket, doesn't go on "long" walks because he has a bad back. He is old and has something called arthritis. I hope I never get this because I love my walks and my dog park play time. The handsome dog on the left is named Takoda, he is my boy friend, well, one of them. He belongs to Rachel who comes and takes of for walks some times when out human is at work.

Yesterday was my humans birthday. I always have wondered why they make such a big deal about birthdays when they have so many of them!!! Most humans have at least 70 or 80 if not more, when most of us dogs only have about 12 or so. So the real celebrations should be when we have our birthdays.