For my upcoming birthday on May 11th, my goal is to raise money for our first foster dog, Roscoe.  What better way to celebrate turning 36 than to do something that means so much to me. 

Roscoe's story is beyond heart wrenching, BUT it has given me the greatest gift:   to witness the true power of human kindness, resiliency, true patience, and unconditional love. 

You can read Roscoe's story below and if you feel inspired to donate, Roscoe and I thank you! 

Roscoe's story (as told by Roscoe) 



Ruff!! Hey Guys, my name is Roscoe and I’ve had a pretty ruff start to my life. I lived most of my life on a chain outside my owners home in Mexico. Recently, my owners left me without food or water for over a week.


As you can see from my wounds, I tried to break free from the chains and ended up getting tangled and cutting the muscles in both my front legs. (Sorry these pictures may be hard to look at) 


Eventually, my barks (aka prayers) were heard and I was saved by some good samaritans from the Ellos Son La Razon Rescue in Ensenada. I was taken to a local vet in Baja to get my wounds cleaned and I finally got to drink some water and eat some food. I was down to only weighing 30lbs.

That’s where my friends at The Animal Pad  were called! They made the decision to get me across the border as quickly as possible so I could receive the care that I needed. I was taken to the College Avenue Hospital (thank you Dr. Rose) where I had lots of tests done and and  luckily got promising results but my legs were still in severe condition. They continue to be.

A couple weeks ago, my foster parents, Sarah and Matt, saw me on social media and donated to my recovery fund, not knowing the other had come across my story. When they got home that night, I was weighing heavily on their hearts. They decided then and there -- I would come home to them to begin my road to recovery.

Since then, they have surrounded me with a tribe of humans who shower me with love and care daily. I’ve seen several specialists, including a chiropractor (I have a severe limp in my back left leg that I will be needing X-Rays for). They are feeding me as much and as often as I can handle. I’m filling out nicely! They change my bandages daily, and because my front legs are still in pretty bad shape, I know that’s the toughest part for them. But, I sit there calmly and take it like a champ because I can tell I’m getting better.  



When I first arrived at my new home, there was another dog there. His name is Buster G and he’s a gentle Boston Terrier who’s around my age. I wasn’t quite sure what to think of him, but if my foster parents love him, I guess he’s alright by me. As a matter of fact, last week we played together for the first time. That was actually my first time ever playing with another pup. It was a lot of fun, but I got tired very quickly. I’m building my strength and look forward to lots more playing in the future. I also wasn’t sure what to think of these things they call toys, but I’m warming up to the idea of chewing on and fetching a ball.



A lot of people are donating their time, energy and money to help me get better, but I still have a ways to go. Can you help me continue my happy ending?

I know your generous donation of any amount will be used efficiently and effectively to purchase all the food, bandages and specialist care I need.

I’m so grateful to be on this journey with you and am glad my story of strength, resilience and heart can bring so many inspiration to never give up. I haven’t. You shouldn’t either.

Love, 
Roscoe the Rescue 

P.S. If you live in San Diego, I would love to meet you! I am working on my social skills.