After my return from my tour in Afghanistan, I visited my family in California. There I found out that Roscoe was having a conflict with another one of my brother’s pets. So, I took Roscoe with me back to Washington. He had been with me since 2010. Boxers are unique dogs...Roscoe was my Meathead. All beef and no brains. But, he was so much more. He was my late Mom’s baby boy. A wonderful guardian....at times. Sometimes he was a 75 lbs chicken and he helped me with my issues on returning from deployment. He was loved here and I will miss him greatly.