TGIF and TGIS

So you all know what TGIF is, but do any of you know what TGIS is.....? In my early hound years I lived in New Jersey with a 2 acre backyard and guess what....I love snow. When I was a little guy I would burrow through the snow and I was in heaven. When I moved to Houston, the snow disappeared? Guess what happened today- Thank God It's Snowing (TGIS). Unfortunately, it didn't stick so no burrowing for me, but Dad got me in the spirit with some Christmas beverages.

I haven't posted it yet, but I really, really like beer. Tonight dad poured me one ounce of St. Arnold Christmas Ale in honor of the so-called snow today. It was heavenly and now I am padded out- not from the beer, I took a six block walk tonight in the cold. Here's to the snow (if that's what you call today?)

RP

Guess who's back.....

Back again, Roscoe's back, tell a friend.

I hate Eminem, but it was kind of appropriate. Sorry for the delay, life has been crazy with Mom and Dad pluis the computer has not been open for me to type and I do lack opposable thumbs. Anyways, I am back and hope to be more current.

Since my last post, I have aged a bit- I am starting to slow down a little bit, but still love eating my breakfast, lunch and my Fish Sticks. I guess now is a good time to clear up what the heck a Fish Stick is....

I received some treats Mom and Dad bought from Costco labeled chicken jerky. They were phenomenal, but according to the 'rents, they smelled like fish instead of chicken. Dad called them Fish Sticks and the term stuck. Lucky/unlucky for me, Costco ran out of the wonderful gifts from God and I went hungry and sad for three weeks. But alas, Costco restocked with a new supply that was actually fish related. Dad bought multiple bags of true Fish Sticks- Alaskan Salmon treats loaded with Omega-something to help my coat, etc, etc... I love them, they are good, I would kill for them, get the picture?

I will try to keep up with my blog, but life is tough as a Basset. The fall is setting in and days are short, so sleep is at a premium. Bark at you soon!

RP

Life isn't fair

No pictures tonight, but I have to vent. Life isn't fair for those of us vertically challenged. Why can't I eat the full steak? Why can't I eat asparagus, potatoes, breakfast sandwiches, etc.... I don't want to bitch, but come on. I live my life to eat, sleep, walk and poop. Number one and four go kind of hand in hand correct? Why can Mom and Dad eat a delicious steak and I only get pre-chewed pieces? What if all of life was like was like that? Something to think about.

My Best Friend

I don't want to get too sentimental, but I wanted to let everyone know about my best friend- Roger. Some of my friends may have met him, but most of you have not. He was my older brother and the only dog I have really got along with. When Mom and Dad brought me home, Roger was my mentor. He taught me all the ways of the Basset Hound and although he is resting over Rainbow Bridge, I will never forget him. This picture is Dad's all-time favorite; he said it sums us up. Not sure what that means, but I assume it means I am a "spaz" and Roger was the calm and intellectual one. Anyways, this was us and I sure do miss my big brother Roger.

For my big brother,

Roscoe

They were Greaaaat!!!!

So Mom and Dad recently changed by diet. I pretty much dig Eukanuba and Mom and Dad are cool about adding a little "something-something", but I was getting bored and ready for some new cuisine. As a 70 lb Hound, I have been fairly restricted to Eukanuba, Frosted Flakes (see title), and occasional treats, but I have been upgraded to something so good, so sweet, so healthy, I had to post.

Me, Roscoe, Darth Paul, ruler of all things related to the couch, has made a healthy choice- I began adding Honey Nut Cheerios to my diet. As an avid athlete, I worry about my HDL/LDL, so my Mom thought the Cheerios would get me in line. After a week on the "stuff", I can say I am feeling good. I have lowered my 2 block time, my heart feels fantastic and I think I might be ready for the pole vault. I can't lie though, I do cheat (check out the picture. Dad thought it was too good to pass up, and I must agree.)

Happy Training

RP

WTF?

Mom and Dad went across the pond and came back saying how great it was- that dogs could go everywhere. Everywhere, are you serious? Check out the sign in the city center of Prague. Is this some sick stereotype against those of us vertically challenged? What kind of sick Euro trash decided a Basset was "perfect" image to put on this sign? I am officially dog-cotting the Czech Republic.

Sbohem (Czech for Goodbye)

Roscoe Paul

Interior design anyone?

It's kind of late and I am kind of tired, but please give me work!?! Although I possess no degree, as you can see from my pictures, I am quite the interior designer. I thought the cushions on Mom and Dad's couch could use a little more style (actually, I was trying to find a good hiding spot for my Western Griller treat Mom gave me). Anyways, I though moving the cushions would provide some positive Fung Shui in the room, but Mom didn't agree.

I also thought that I could build a fort, be a General (Hi Grandma Fry- the only true General in this country), round up my imaginary friends for a party, but nope- Mom put it all back together :( So, if anyone is looking for true Basset design, please let me know. If you need references, think again- I am a genius.

Peace Out,

RP