I pulled roscoe out of a storm drain when i heard him crying while at a stop sign on fathers day 11 yrs ago. He did his best to never let me out if his sight from then on. Even going to the bathroom. Kids say that he hears my jeep coming a full minute before anyone else and sits at the door waiting. He was fiercely protective of me and nearly killed a young pit bull that had got out of a neighbors yard and attacked us on a walk. He loved digging up sand fleas at the beach and having his ears rubbed. Sat afternoon When the vet gave him the 2nd fatal injection he suddenly got up (he hadnt been able to walk for a couple days) and came and laid in my lap and licked my face then passed. I love that dog. I buried him behind the house right where he likes to lay in ambush for his sworn enemy the resident squirrel. This was taken on his last beach trip. I hadnt planned on taking him but when he saw us preparing he got in and wouldnt get out. A week later he got sick and 3 weeks later he died. So glad he got to go. Thanks roscoe for loving me far more than i deserved.