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ell, here I am. Roscoe Russell Bohnenkamp. It's been almost a year since my mommy adopted me from the Humane Society. I was only eight months old then, and even though the people there were nice, I was scared. I think Mom liked it when I didn't bark at her that first day she visited. And when she put her hand up to my kennel, I reached out and touched her hand with my paw. I think that pretty well sealed the deal. I'm glad she wanted me for her special boy.I have been sleeping in my Mom's bed since my second night at home and I have always have free reign of the house. Mommy likes to brag that I have never chewed on anything except my toys. I think that's because I am so busy trying to choose from so many toys and bones in my toy basket, even the neighbor kids want to play with my toys when they come over to visit. Sometimes I play so much that I actually fall asleep with a toy in my mouth. Mom likes to take pictures of stuff like that so she can show off to her friends. She thinks I am the cutest thing ever. I won't argue with her about that! I've become a pretty smooth operator too. I really know how to work her. When I give her the "sad eyes" treatment, she melts. I almost always get what I want - treats, belly rubs, scratches behind the ear, people food - you name it. We go for walks too. That is always a lot of fun. We live in a small subdivision so I get to walk off-leash. We sometimes go through a field and I get to run around and sniff everything. Sometimes I find something stinky to roll in - and that's about the only time I see my Mom get excited. Her eyes pop out of her head and she takes me home and gives me a bath, which I don't especially like. I like to go for car rides with my Mom. She says I am a good traveler. I just sit in back and look out the window or take a nap. My favorite sleeping position is on my back with my feet in the air. Sometimes I even smile in my sleep - probably because I am dream about all the toys, treats, and the fun waiting for me when I wake up. Told on Roscoe's behalf by Merri Bohnenkamp. |




ell, here I am. Roscoe Russell Bohnenkamp. It's been almost a year since my mommy adopted me from the Humane Society. I was only eight months old then, and even though the people there were nice, I was scared. I think Mom liked it when I didn't bark at her that first day she visited. And when she put her hand up to my kennel, I reached out and touched her hand with my paw. I think that pretty well sealed the deal. I'm glad she wanted me for her special boy.