Adopted
Rocky
Well, there I was hanging out at a local shelter (not for the first time… some
might refer to me as a jailbreaker!), and along came these wonderful people who
rescued me and brought me to a foster home. My name is Rocky and I like this
foster care thing. I get treats, regular meals, and my own room, AND I have a
cat who provides me with hours of fascination. The only problem is that I don’t
get to run and play yet. I have heard the GRR people and my foster mom discuss
something called “heartworm treatment,” but mainly I hear: “words words Rocky
CANNOT run, words words, Rocky MUST stay calm for a while for his own good….
more words words words.” I am glad they are looking out for me, but I sure would
like to be out there with my foster brother Harley chasing Frisbees and tennis
balls. Oh well, all in good time!
My foster mom says that I am a real fun-loving dog. I have a very big head and
an adorable face with curious eyes that are just looking for some fun. I like to
sit up and put my arms on mom’s or dad’s arms and get some really good ear rubs.
Also, I have a great tail that definitely gives away my emotions. I just can’t
keep it still when I see all my friends or they say my name!
Sometimes my foster mom forgets that, because I am tall, it’s really easy for me
to counter surf. That means that I have had a few tasty treats I wasn’t supposed
to get. However, I am trying really hard to curb this habit, because she tells
me “no” afterwards—but that human food can be so yummy!
I really have the hang of crate training now, I think. I prefer to be roaming
around the house and sleeping on the cool tile, but I don’t mind sleeping
through the night in my crate or being there when my foster family is gone. But
I definitely want to be out once the humans wake up or come home.
I have a human foster sister who is only about 3 yrs old. She LOVES me! I get
big hugs from her and I give her kisses. She has a fabulous assortment of
stuffed animals, although for some reason my foster mom picks them up and
carries them away after I bring them out of her room. But that’s okay, since I
do have squeaky balls, squeaky footballs, bones, and a few animals of my own. I
do share with Harley, but he doesn’t really care when I take toys.
I am a really sweet, loving dog and I would love to come play at your house (as
soon as they let me of course … words words words…)!