What's Up With Rosie the Dog?

It's been a minute since we last checked in on the most interesting life form to occupy the Fortress of Ineptitude.

What pray tell is up with Rose the Dog? 

Now that's the look of a dog that don't want no damn part of no damn blog post. 

God bless her, Rosie has a perpetual look of "What fresh hell is this?" 

Who can rightfully blame her when her mom does this to her. 

This is my daughter Randie holding Rosie by our Christmas tree. Rosie is sporting the sweater she got for Christmas. 

Since May 2020, Rosie has gotten use to the way life works around here. There's her mom (Randie), her grandparents (myself and my wife Andrea) and Rosie is the dog. 

The only dog. 

Well, that changed last weekend when Randie agreed to dog sit a young loaf of caramel floof bread named Tucker. 

At 10 weeks old, Tucker was a ball of puppy energy that Rosie was not prepared to cope with.

Rosie's efforts to escape Tucker were stymied by Tucker's boundless enthusiasm and curiosity.  I think however by the end of Tucker's stay with us, Rosie has gotten sort of accustomed to the little furball.  

One thing that remains a source of consternation for Rosie is Randie's insistence on picking her up and carrying her around the house. Rosie has the size and build of a small, lithe deer. 

Recently, Randie has taken to carrying Rosie on her back. 

Leaving Rosie once more to wonder "What fresh hell is this?" 

Rosie is a real sweetheart of a dog, even when Randie is carrying her around like a veritable backpack. 

We all love Rosie a lot and are so glad she is part of our family.