Roscoe is our original humanoid canine! Designed with thickness and stretch in mind, he’s got a thick shaft, leading into an even thicker knot.

Not what we’d call a beginner toy, Roscoe is for those who’re after a filling experience. The rounded, human head adds comfort on the way in, smoothly moving your insides out of the way for the shaft that follows. The knot pops in with a little less anchor than other canines, focussing more on the riding experience than a solid pop – though you’ll definitely know when it’s slipped in!

We’re introducing Roscoe with two main colourations. His signature, a split between a natural beige and mica-infused pink, references his more skin-like design. Red Rocket is a simple split between crimson and jet for the base – a classic look!

	S	M	L	XL
Total Length	7.2″	8.5″	10″	12.6″
Insertable Length	5.5″	6.5″	7.6″	9.5″
Head Circumference	5.2″	6″	7.5″	9.2″
Shaft Circumference	5.6″	6.5″	8″	9.7″
Knot Circumference	7.5″	8.7″	10.5″	13″

	S	M	L	XL
Total Length	18cm	21.6cm	25.4cm	32cm
Insertable Length	14cm	16.5cm	19.3cm	24.1cm
Head Circumference	13.2cm	15.25cm	19cm	23.3cm
Shaft Circumference	14.2cm	16.5cm	20.3cm	24.6cm
Knot Circumference	19cm	22cm	26.7cm	33cm

A knock at the door tears you away from your daydreams. It’s Roscoe again. The latte-shaded splash in his fur is incandescent in the snow-reflected sunlight, making the darker portions over the malamute’s head look like impatient shadows. Eyes as deep as an iced-over lake stare pleadingly at you through the peep-hole in your door. You’ve already got the hot chocolate made for him on the kitchen counter and the blinds are pulled just in case the neighbors are passing by.

He thanks you at the door with his big goofy grin. He gives you a hug and you’re reminded of how much muscle is beneath that fluff. You’re held aloft as if you weighed nothing while eager tongue makes your face a slobbery mess. He hasn’t seen you in forever! You agree, noting just how long it’s been since yesterday afternoon. You pretend not to notice when his head hits the door frame, or when he shakes snow all over your hallway.

Claws tak-tak-tak on the linoleum as he follows you into the kitchen. You don’t turn around as he traps you against the counter top. You pass the hot chocolate up to him in shaky hands as his big fingers fumble with your trousers. Panting dog fills your ears. Fur damp with fresh snow cools your skin as you help him pull your waistband down to your knees.

The anticipation is the best part—knowing at any moment you’ll get that first tingling touch. Oh, and there he is. He rubs against you, and then with just natural lubrication, pushes inside. It’s like he’s perfectly designed just for you. Not too thick to start with, but then when that bulge of his knot hits—bliss. You were wrong before. This is the best part.

He lets you rest across the countertop when he’s done, lapping at the hot chocolate. You can mop up the mess later. Then he tosses you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom for round two. And three, and when you’re finally feeling recovered enough, three point five. It’s evening when Roscoe continues his interrupted walkies, and you find yourself looking forward to tomorrow’s midday cup of hot chocolate.

Story by Kandrel