While at the Hot Dog Festival, Ramsay had a great time interacting with others of his kind - there aren't too many doxies back home that he's able to touch base with on a regular basis. More often than not, Ramsay may be found indulging his Napoleon complex and bossing around dogs weighing ten times his 11.5 pounds. He's lucky he hasn't ended up one of these dogs' snacks! So the snausage-fest was a welcome event.
One of the doxies that Ramsay took a particular liking to was a petite smooth red named "Penrose" - Rosie for short.
[SIDE NOTE: With our medical background, NewMama and I had to internally chuckle, as Penrose happens to be the name of a type of surgical drain. We also get a kick out of cute little girls named Melena (a medical term for bloody stool). But these semantics are beside the point.]
Rosie was a beautiful dog. Ramsay seemed to melt when she was around, and he did nothing but roll around on the ground to expose his belly to her so they could wrestle. A rose by any other name would certainly be as sweet!