Roscoe

my biggest regret in regards to bringing home shelter dogs. Not because I didn't adore him,

Quite to the contrary I liked him too much. Roscoe was a sweet little (Big) Papillion.

Cute as a button, with a personality to match! My regret is that I didn't adopt him for myself!

We met Roscoe when we went to the shelter to see Linus and Marcy off to their new homes.

Roscoe was there, being a little charmer, and I said to Julie, at that time, If he is still here at

the end of the day Saturday, I will take him home for the weekend. She said ok...talk to you

tomorrow. I hugged my beagle Marcy for the last time, (Linus was already gone) and wished her

a good life, and went on home. Saturday afternoon, I called the Shelter, and to my amazement,

I told them, I will pick him up at 4:30 when the Shelter closes and she said Great!

I picked him up, and brought him home! In no time, I knew, that Roscoe was the perfect

dog! Completely housebroken, and sweet as could be. Well tempered, and by the end of the first

So as midnight fast approached, and I lay in my bed watching some detective program on the

Discovery Channel, knowing my husband was gone, I told my son Nathan to make sure the

front door is locked! Oh No! I found Roscoe's downfall Ha! My poor son, unaware,

opens the door, to make sure from the outside that its locked (admit it, we all do this ha-ha)

Whooosh...out goes Roscoe! Terrified, my son runs to my bed, and says..Mom, he got out

and he wont come back! I flew out of bed and out the door after him. Caught him pretty easily,

As I mentioned before, my husband was gone for the weekend, and by Sunday, my son Nathan

was begging me to let him stay. Knowing I couldn't make this decision without my husband, I

told him, we will talk to dad. Later that night, I learned he wouldn't be home till tomorrow,

(Monday) I promised the Shelter I would bring him back first thing, and had to be good to

my word. I dropped him off, with the promise to my son, that if he was still there at the end

of the day, we would get him, and see if we couldn't talk Daddy into keeping him. My son

So around 3 pm I called the Shelter to tell them I was coming back for Roscoe if he was still

there! She said..Oh yeah.hes here, let me make sure no one is coming to see him, and if not, you

can just come get him now. Great! My son is jumping up and down, so happy he is still there.

And he has a Chance at talking to Dad about it. Deter comes back on the phone and says..Im

sorry May, I was wrong, he was adopted this afternoon. My son was crushed. But I

explained to him, we cant keep every dog we bring home, or we wont be able to help the next one.

But inside, I was just as sad as he was. And for a few days, I even hoped he wouldn't work out

in his new home, till I realized how selfish that was. then I just wished Roscoe a good long

Nate hangin out with Roscoe, giving him a

a belly rub! Nathan was totally in Love

with Roscoe, and was so sad about not getting

to keep him. I promised him, that Roscoe isn't

the last dog he will fall in love with!

Ok, could he be any cuter? Seeing this photo

renews my regrets at not jumping at adopting

him. I just have to keep reminding myself, that

it keeps the space open for a really needy dog.

Good Luck in your new home Roscoe!