We last left our superhero in trouble after the Liquid Soap vs. Laptop issue…

Roscoe (A.K.A Roscoe P. Coltrane, Roscoe P. Man, Roscoe Puppy Man, one of our damn dogs) has a way of getting out of trouble. He has those rather sweet loud snores when he’s sleeping on his back, large puppy eyes that make you melt, and the way he talks back to you just scores him major biscuit points.

For instance, Roscoe loves to ride in the back of the truck and bark. He will bark in the face of the dog that loves to chase the truck every time we leave our beautiful home. (If you’ve visited us, you know just how beautiful this place we call our home is.)  He also barks at the grazing cows, the deer, Daily, the fly buzzing around his head, the dust…oh, AND ME. I seem to have taken his royal seat in the front. This little cutie decided to take a break from barking for a glamor shot.

Maybe if I stare at the back of Dad’s head lond enough, he’ll hear my thoughts.