Roscoe turned 7 yesterday and I forgot until the end of the day and felt guilty about it. January 18th! Duh! Of course! Don’t worry he got an emergency big hunk of cheese and a piece of tuna roll as a late gift.

It might seem weird to acknowledge a dog’s birthday because dogs are somewhat unaware of things like “birthdays” and “time” and somewhat with “self”– but he’s a nice guy so I figure it’s time for a bit of Roscoe post with….

Fifteen Quick Facts About Roscoe!

15. Roscoe is currently on a diet. Last checkup he was 5lbs overweight so we’ve cut back on biscuits and treats (he used to get them all day long every day just for being good) — now he gets carrots instead. At first he was all wtf with the carrots– but now he seems to like the carrots as long as they’re fresh. (he doesn’t like those mini-carrots though– he thinks they smell weird.)

14. Lately Roscoe doesn’t like it when a dog sniffs his privates for too long. If a dog goes long with an oversniff at his crotch — Roscoe will freeze up then throw a flag on the field and will start fighting with the oversniffy dog. It’s a problem at dog park 🙁

13. Sometimes I play one on one with Roscoe in this open field near our apartment. But because he doesn’t like to chase balls around (he won’t chase one friggin throw)– the only way for us to play is for me to chase him around yelling how I’m gonna get him and grabbing at his butt. Once I noticed some teenagers watching me chase my dog around and it was embarrassing.

12. Roscoe really likes having Lola as a roommate and they’re BFF (even though she’s a thief) but the bed is crowded now. I’m like all tetris in the bed all night trying to navigate my legs around the dogs and stuff.

11. Roscoe doesn’t like anything with citrus and he doesn’t like anything with peppers.

10. He pleads with his eyes to have the window open when we’re driving places because he likes the breeze in his snout. I feel it is the way of dogs washing out their olfactory smeller. I imagine it gets gunked up with all the city smells and this is the way to flush all that out and sniff clean again.

9. Every night around 7pm Roscoe asks to bark at me for like 10-15 minutes. I don’t know what this is about because he doesn’t want anything except to bark at me and give me sideways looks. So we get in the bed and he barks and barks (the neighbors know all about it). I think it’s just his form of conversating.

8. Roscoe has neighborhood arch enemies. These two black poodles. They can be literally a block away and start hating on each other. Those dogs give off a bad vibe to all dogs it seems. They’re like the Voldemorts or something. Roscoe hatttttesss them….

7. I’m still amazed Roscoe doesn’t like watching TV even if Dogs 101 or It’s Me or The Dog is on. I figure he’d be into that stuff but he barely cares about TV. It’s interesting though that sometimes barks on TV are ‘legit’ and he’ll go nuts and other times he’ll know they’re fake.

6. Once every three months or so Roscoe will sit at the window and howl high pitched like a wolf.

5. Roscoe can’t swim. (We tried to take Roscoe and Lola swimming at this place called Water4Dogs here in NYC last year. It’s like an indoor pool/tank. We strapped lifejackets on the dogs and brought them in with us. They both were absolutely petrified and panicked. They kept trying to crawl up on us. After ten minutes and dozens of scratches all over us– we gave up on teaching the dogs to swim).

4. He’s the greatest boy dog in the world and he totally changed my life. I originally met the gf because of him at dog park and now look what happened all engaged and stuff! So much has happened because of a dopey dog.

3. He farts up a storm if he has too much cheese and the other day he had to go outside bad and he made diarrhea all over place in front of a couple kids who went ‘eewww…’ because it was all farty and stuff.

2. He’s definitely pissed that it hasn’t snowed properly in NYC all winter as snow might be his favorite nature thing. I’m sort of pissed about it too…

1. I wish him the happiest of happy birthdays. And I’m floored by how much I love him. Because of him I met my girl (and got Lola too) I do believe you can love a dog as much as a kid. Seven is a lucky number to me. Here’s my first Roscoe post if you wanna revisit….

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