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.