Hi! I'm Rosco the little doggie. I'm a Pekingese and my ancestors are from China. I've never been to China though. I live in Tennessee, out in the country. I haven't always lived in the country, I am a city doggie.

You see, I just got down on my luck one day. I made a few bad investments and the next thing I knew, I was out on the streets. I found a soft spot to sleep under an old abandoned pickup truck in a commercial section of the city. Day after day, I would evade the humane officers. Fortunately, there wasn't much traffic in that part of town. I don't always look before I cross the street you know.

A homeless people lived in the truck and I would sometimes get some scraps of food he didn't eat. There were mud puddles to lap the drank. I did all right for a few weeks, but I was hungry, dirty, and matted to the skin.

One day I was sitting in the sun next to an old signpost. A big people came up and kept looking at me. I didn't know if I should run or what. But he just went inside the building and talked to another people, not as big. She came out and gave me cheese. I love cheese, but my doctor says I shouldn't eat it. I was too hungry to care what a doctor thought. Anyways, she took me, fed me, gave me a bath, and cut out all the matted fur.

That big people took me home with him. Then another people, not as big, took me to a doctor. The doc checked me real good. He looked me over for chips and tattoos and the like. When he didn't find any, he gave me some shots and gave me a clean bill of health. Then the peoples, well they took me to live in the country with them. They called me Rosco. I didn't have the heart to tell them that wasn't my name. I kinda liked the sound of it though.