Little Boo is gone

Everyone loved Roscoe, who Don called "Boo". 

Roscoe died today, tragically run over by a car.  Roscoe was one of my favorite dogs, a small dog with a gargantuan personality.  From the moment he entered the Rickard/Glass household up in Napa, he dominated it with his quite futile (and cute) quest to dominate Gertie and PJ, two much larger Goldens, his need to be kept warm (what was he, like 7 pounds?), his ability to sleep on top of Gertie, his charm, his love of play ... and his general unwillingness to eat.  Roscoe was a rescue who was loved more than 10 lifetimes' worth in his short life by Don and Kathy.  I will miss his scruffy, adorable, wonderful presence.