Who's Really In Charge at RiverGear.com???
Well, Roscoe the Basset Hound is in charge, of course!!! My full name is Roscoe Brownie Harper and I live with Beth & Gary and my mother Lillie in Tennessee. We live in the mountains and I love all the smells of the other critters that live here too – like black bears and squirrels and foxes.
I am 4 years old and my very favorite thing to do, besides eating dog biskits, is running as hard as I can. Sometimes when Beth & Gary aren’t looking, I sneak out of the office at Man of Rubber and chase the cats – I love to see them run! My mom Lillie and I come to work Monday – Friday and we are consulted on just about everything that comes up – when we’re awake, that is. My other hobbies include digging in the dirt and shredding newspapers.
Watch for stories of my adventures both here and in upcoming issues of MoR River Gear’s newsletters...
Roscoe
January 24, 2012 .... "
I Really Got In Trouble Yesterday"
I try to be a good dog - I really do. But sometimes I just can't help myself. Take yesterday for instance. I had taken a long nap with my mom in the sunshine of Beth's office -it felt great. When I woke up I felt, well, just a little crazy - like I needed something in my mouth. The closest thing I could find was my bed. I love my bed - it's so nice and soft and comfy. Next thing I knew it was in my mouth and it started to fall apart - all on it's own! When Beth saw it, well I am trying to forget what happened next ... I looked at her with my best big brown eyed basset heartfelt stare I could muster. I knew I was in trouble and sure enough, I had to go out in the back yard and be by myself to reflect on my bad behavior.
It's hard to be a basset sometimes.
I try to be a good dog - I really do. But sometimes I just can't help myself. Take yesterday for instance. I had taken a long nap with my mom in the sunshine of Beth's office -it felt great. When I woke up I felt, well, just a little crazy - like I needed something in my mouth. The closest thing I could find was my bed. I love my bed - it's so nice and soft and comfy. Next thing I knew it was in my mouth and it started to fall apart - all on it's own! When Beth saw it, well I am trying to forget what happened next ... I looked at her with my best big brown eyed basset heartfelt stare I could muster. I knew I was in trouble and sure enough, I had to go out in the back yard and be by myself to reflect on my bad behavior. It's hard to be a basset sometimes.
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