Why did we ever get Roscoe?

For those who don't know - we decided to get a second dog because Mynga was becoming depressed. Mynga would want Josh and I to play with her but we were to tired from working, school, etc. She would whine, pout and go sulk in the bedroom by herself. Josh and I would try to get her to come into the living room, but she would ignore us. It was time to get Mynga a playmate. At the time we were living behind my grandparents and Grandpa was very clear NO MORE DOGS. But we decided to go against his request and thought he would come to love the puppy. After much searching, we drove hours north and got Roscoe at what seriously was a white trash trailer (probably explains a lot about Roscoe).

Getting Roscoe was the one of the best decisions for Mynga. She instantly became happy, joyful, playful. It got her out of that dark depression she was heading into. And Grandpa - he was pretty pissed at first - made me cry. Yet he came around and loves Roscoe just as much as Mynga.