We traded little Mr. Scarf-face in on a newer, cleaner model. Bosco’s fur was getting a little out of control, so we threw him in the dumpster and got a better puppy. We call this one Rosco, in honour of our fallen compatriot. You’ll notice how similar they are in size, colour, and attitude. But don’t be fooled. Rosco is much better. He doesn’t smell. He doesn’t leave any torn out clumps of matted hair lying around. And he’s prettier. See for yourself.
Bosco
“Rosco”
