Categories Clippings Essays Gotham Ridgewood Requiem for Roscoe Post author By Jamie Post date August 6, 2012 There is a junk store a few doors down from my house. Actually it isn’t even a store; it is just an alley with a tarp stretched over it and a chicken wire gate in front to protect the merchandise, which is mostly old furniture and baby things. There used to be a guard dog chained to the gate. His name was Roscoe. I detest dogs, for the most part, but Roscoe wasn’t bad. He was beautiful. A pit bull with a pink muzzle and fur that was mostly white but had a faint orange hue. Roscoe was ferocious; terrifying, the streetlamp was out on his side of the street and at night he would hurl himself against the fence if you so much as looked in his direction, let alone walk past him. Share this:ShareEmailPrintFacebookTwitterPocketLinkedInPinterestRedditTumblr Tags Bird, Clippings, Dogs, Hawk, Hawks, Jay