Roscoe the bully

Rest in love Fuzzy man. Kitty, RooRoo, Dogfish, Licky man, Zippy the Pinhead, Tink, Rosco’s Modern Life, Boo, Goo’boy , best friend. We miss your bully runs , “cheese nips” and kisses, your “woo woos” when we come in the door. I miss your songs, and how you’d “rev up your engine” at 3am, like an alarm that would get louder and louder until I’d get up in the pitch black for breakfast. Then your double dinner from Eric at 2:15pm. You were so dysfunctionaI and had a heart two sizes too big. We miss how you’d lay in the most contorted positions on the sofa with us like a big rag doll, but always a paw around our legs like a hug . Or when you’d “Pippy Longstocking” it from the big chair across an end table to get to the sofa with us. Sometimes you’d just stay , straddling the end table because it felt cold on your belly. You were one in a million. Our purebred Bull Terrier rescue nut job that had to sleep with a blanket as a “nose mitten”. The house is so quiet without you, and Eric doesn’t love when I howl at him when he walks in the door. It’s just not the same. I pray you’re frolicking with Brandi up there, and when our hearts mend, please send another goo-boy for us to love on. Not as a replacement for you as that would be impossible, but to make our hearts even bigger. See you again someday at the Pearly Gates my love. We will always love YOU the mostest. 💔🐶🌈🐾💔