Pickles by Brian Crane for January 30, 2024

Roscoe nothing wrong with being adopted. In fact count yourself very lucky.

Looks like Roscoe got took in.

I got a rescue for my father, but he bonded with me more than Dad. we may adopt them but they choose us.

I adopted a rescue zebra. She is beautiful and I love her, but housebreaking is more difficult than I had anticipated.

Roscoe was chosen. Sweet!

It’s okay Roscoe, there’s lots of us. Even my dad.

Will Roscoe soon appear on the canine version of “Finding Your Roots”?

You were chosen, Roscoe, not bought from a pet shop, you were and are loved!

We adopted ex racing Greyhounds, great dogs!

Our old dog has become very ill, and I suspect he’s in his last days.

Not from the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm?

Obviously, Roscoe doesn’t realize he’s not human!

Shocker!

A wonderful bit of information we didn’t know abut our favorite Pickles character…

They adopted him after learning they couldn’t have one naturally.

Roscoe is just precious today : )

Well they both have big ears, a big nose, and white hair.

It’s ok Roscoe. You and I are adopted buddies.

consider yourself LUCKY..!!!!!

Count your Blessings Roscoe, now you know you are not actually related to Earl or Opal.

All of my pets have been adoptees from the Human Society.

Yes, you were, Roscoe. And you’ve been well-loved in all these years.

My oldest son is adopted but we often forget that.

We always say that our chihuahua, Max, says, “Yup! Mama birfed me!” because he was only a couple months old when we rescued him from being a . . . BAIT DOG!!!

He was so little he needed to be fattened up before he could be neutered! (Now, like me, my dad and his mini shar pei sister, we’re ALL fat! D_mn over-reacting bodies!)

Awwww because your special, Roscoe! ☺️❤️

The good news is you’ll never be bald.

Clueless Roscoe

We all are Roscoe

That IS a surprise, considering how much he looks like Opal.

Good for Earl. No puppy mill for him.

My brother Howard always told everyone that he was adopted. I think he did this to disassociate himself from Raymond and me. The problem was that he and Raymond looked too much alike and I was the one with reddish hair. People thought I was the one making the claim to be adopted and kept trying to straighten me out by telling me they were there when I was born. It must have been a very crowded delivery room back at Tuberville Memorial in Century. He told a classmate he came from a good family. My concurrence followed:

“Yep, BastardSonOfAnEnglishNobleman.”

Another time he claimed to come from religious parents.

“Yep, his father was a Jewish rabbi and his mother was a Catholic nun.”

(If he wanted a pedigree, I’d oblige )

No, Doofus, you were rescued from Level-0, Dante’s Inferno.

The mere thought that Roscoe thought he was born from a human is funny, weird, and gross, all at the same time.

I wonder if Roscoe was named after Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane?

Adopt, don’t shop!!!

Beats the s*it out of being gassed.

Sorry, Roscoe! But that’s technically, how I got all my cats. From the Humane Society. Except, for two Aja and Kimber! Aja, I got her from one of my hairdresser’s customers, who found her in Garden City Park, with her two sisters. And I got Kimber, from a lady in Southfield. She was trying to find all her cats a new home.