Day 3: Snowing!!!?

"There's no crying in baseball!" Tom Hanks, League of Their Own. I thought there was no snowing in April, but here we are March 28th and it is full on, no holds bard snowing in Tacoma. Global warming is definitely not happening (that was sarcasm). Talked to my friend Andy today, who is a geologist doing consulting work for WSDOT on Snoqualmie Pass, and right now they have the second deepest snow pack in recorded history on the pass. I don't think we will be hurting for water this summer, or we will be washed away in flash floods later this spring. Either way, the probability for a drought is about 0.0001 (nerd alert!).

Roscoe is calming down some. Day Three looks like playing fetch out side, following me around the house and realizing the I am completely boring then laying down to nap. This is a good change.

My business advice for the day: invest in desalinization plants and low flow toilets in the Southwest then snowplows and snow tires in the Northwest.

Cyrus

Day 2 with Roscoe

Hello all, Cyrus here as your guest author. Two things I have learned about Roscoe the last couple days. Roscoe loves to play fetch and he love squeakers. Here he is with his first squeaker, which he totally destroyed about 30 minutes later. Day One with Roscoe consisted mainly of following me around the house and playing fetch. Day Two consisted of following me around the house and playing fetch. Well, at least we are starting with a routine. He is a bit of a softy and wants lots of attention. The most interesting thing about Roscoe is that in two day I have not heard him bark once. A dog that does not bark? Can it be?

For now we need to work on not jumping up on furniture.

Granddoggy

Meet Roscoe, the newest member of our family. My mom called him her granddoggy. She was excited.

We adopted him from the Humane Society yesterday. He's approximately 2 and 1/2 years old. He is mostly yellow lab with some possible chow-chow in him.

He loves to play ball. He will never be tired of playing fetch - in the house or at the park. He even wanted Cyrus to play while he was unloading the dishwasher.

So far Roscoe has a lots of energy, but also rests when we do. He has followed Cyrus around everywhere since we brought him home. He's on spring break and I'll join him next week, which may explain the timing of the adoption. We have wanted a dog for a long time. It was one of the reasons we bought this house - all fenced and ready for a dog.

Roscoe was brought to the Humane Society as a stray, but he seems well cared for; nice teeth, good coat, house trained (so far). Although he definitely doesn't want to be left alone. We'll need to work on that.

Yesterday, as we drove home from the Humane Society - we felt like new parents. We are, in a sense. Maybe I got a glimpse of what it may feel like to bring home a baby someday. I was so nervous. I felt like we'd planned for this and talked about it a lot but now the dog was actually in OUR car, we were going home with him. I couldn't shake the pit in my stomach. It had been there all day because I was so excited to pick him up, but the pit felt heavier after we left the pound. I also felt a great sense of hope and was already planning trips to the park, introducing Roscoe to friends and family, wondering how he'd be at home. Excitement and nerves are a magical pair of emotions.

Mickey

My brother created this picture to remember our beloved Mickey.
Thank you Tim, it's perfect.