Rocky


Dalmatian
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Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Rocky VonPooperschnitzel, Ra-Ra, Rocky Poopins

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Birthday:
November 3rd 1993

Likes:
Sunbathing, countersurfing, anything edible except mushrooms

Pet-Peeves:
Having my nails trimmed (the indignity of it all!)

Favorite Toy:
Any squeaky toy!

Favorite Food:
What? I have to pick a favorite???? (Okay, I liked stealing sticks of butter off the kitchen counter best of all!)

Favorite Walk:
Into the kitchen for a snack

Best Tricks:
Eating tomatoes and cantaloupe off of the vine from the garden... and I could countersurf with the best of them... I could grab stuff off of the counter by balancing only on my hind legs... we called it "levatating"!

Arrival Story:
Rocky "Ra-Ra" joined our family thanks to www.poundhounds.org. He was given up by his former owners at age 7, we were told it was due to his propensity for mischief. We wanted a senior dog, and liked his personality and decided to adopt him. He had a wonderful sweet temperment. Rocky was a special needs boy due to some typical Dal medical issues, and was on a special diet (which he tried to supplement by eating anything he could find) and meds. Upon joining our family, he promptly stole a pound cake off of the kitchen counter--he knew he was home!

Bio:
About me: I spent my days sunbathing in the sunroom, sleeping in front of the heat vents in the house, and plotting how to escape from my fenced yard. I was a liver (brown) Dalmatian, with chocolate brown spots. My family says that I "went though the spot machine twice" as I had a fantastic spotted coat. My fam was often asked "what kind of dog is that?" I had a wonderful Dal smile and liked to "talk" a lot. Worries: having anyone touch my feet (I got a lot better about this thanks to carrot reward therapy), thunderstorms, home improvement projects, furniture being moved to a new location in the house, having my people be in different rooms of the house ("it's harder to keep track of them that way"), the bottle of doggie ear cleaner ("hate that stuff--why do they keep putting it in my ears????"), the days that the counters were bare and there's no food on them to steal...

Forums Motto:
Anything is edible if you try.

The Groups I'm In:
(For the love of) SQUEAKY TOYS!!!, Dal Pals, Dogs with SPOTS and DOTS!, Senior Citizen Status, ~* SPOTTED PALS *~

The Last Forum I Posted In:
The ADOPT 2010 CONTEST and STROLL is here!!! Check it Out

I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 28th 2005 More than 8 years!

I Was In The:
Dogster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

See me in Dogster's 2005 Holiday Picture Party!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
228468


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Dalmatian Dialog--Rocky's Diary


ADOPT 2010 CONTEST

May 15th 2010 7:01 am
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I can't seem to forget what it was like to be left behind. Forgotten. Not wanted. My then-family had brought me to the kennel with my dog sibling, and we stayed there as we often had before. But then they came and picked up my dog-sister, and left me behind. I wasn't wanted, you see. After living with them for 8 years, and going through 2 surgeries, they were "tired of me" and "wanted me to have a better home." I guess they were angry about the vegetables that I stole from their garden. Or maybe the fact that I steal food off of the counter. But that's all part of being a Dalmatian. And weren't they the ones that were supposed to train me, anyway?
So I was left at the kennel. The weeks went by. I still listened and wagged my tail when the door opened, but my family never came. I never saw them again. I was sad in the kennel. I was there for a couple of months, when the kennel owner/trainer came to get me one day. I went out to the waiting room, giving Trainer my best Dal grin and talking to her and trying to lick her face. There were two people in the room, and one of them was my Suzy. They talked to me and Trainer, and gave me a lot of pats. Trainer brought me back to my kennel. I kept looking for my family, but they still didn't come. I waited, I wagged hopefully. But they never came back.

Two weeks later, Suzy came back. Suzy greeted me warmly. Trainer seemed kind of sad, but she patted me and told me it was going to be okay. She encouraged me to climb into the crate in the back of Suzy's car. She talked with Suzy some more, and then Suzy drove away with me in the crate in the backseat. I was scared. I hid in a corner of the crate with only my familiar crate blanket for company. What was going to happen to me? Where was my family? Where was Trainer? Where was I going? I rode in the car for a long time, scared and miserable in the corner of the new crate. We got to a place that Suzy called "home". Would I see my family here? They lived at a place called "home" too. But they weren't there.

I was "home". It took a long time for it to feel like home. But little by little, I found myself feeling better and happier. I stole a pound cake off of their kitchen counters. I realized, after stealing the pound cake and a box of donuts, that this place wasn't so bad after all. I got walked, fed, patted, and had lots of squeaky toys to play with. Suzy was forgetful enough that there always seemed to be something to steal off of the counters. This really felt like home! I was blessed to be adopted by Suzy. It truly changed my life for the better. And, she told me often that I changed her life for the better, too.

 

I miss you

April 24th 2009 7:09 pm
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Rocky,
I was just looking at some pictures of you and me together. I miss you so very much. Keep wagging your tail in heaven--I know that there you will be able to run and jump and play the way you used to.
I love and miss you my beloved buddy.
Suzy

 

Rocky ~ Nov. 3, 1993-April 25, 2007

April 25th 2008 3:55 pm
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I can't believe a year has gone by.
I still miss you so very much, my beloved buddy.
Love, Suzy

 
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