Leave a bone for Rocco Nicknames: Buds, Stinky, Stinker Boy, Chesty McMusclebutts, Rocco Libre Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-purebred
Birthday: December 31st 2005 Likes: Playing, sleeping, getting ALL the attention. Pet-Peeves: Getting toenails clipped. Yep... Gotta go with the toenails. Favorite Toy: The giggle ball. Favorite Food: Steak!... Even though it's not given often. Favorite Walk: Al Lopez Park. Best Tricks: Sitting "pretty", speaking, showing the belly. Arrival Story: How I brought Rocco into my life:
I went through a bad breakup & my ex decided to fight with me over our Boxer. That was the only way she could really mess with me, so she did. Sad. I loved that dog, still do, but after much heartbreaking consideration, I gave him up. I was moving from PA to FL & did't have the time for a long battle, or the desire to explain to police why I had to snatch my dog. So after some stern admonishing about how she'd better take care of him, I let Boomer go.
At this point, though replacing Boomer felt awful, I just HAD to find another dog. At the time, there was next to nothing in the papers or on the pet store walls, so I turned begrudgingly to the internet. I found the cutest APBT at Dixie Kennels in Texas.
I took a chance & had him flown in to Tampa, the day after I arrived myself.
In the 11 months I've had him, he's gone from a 15lb, 15 week old, shy little puppy, to a loveable, funny, 82lb (with likely a few more pounds to go), ball of energy named Rocco. I love this dog! My family's had dogs all my life, but I've never had such an easy time training a dog, ever. He gets into trouble sometimes, but he's hard to stay mad at. He's just an amazing dog. My girlfriend loves him too & we're a pretty happy lil' family. -N. Bio: *What's In A Name?*
Back when I still had hopes of keeping my previous dog; Boomer, I'd caught an episode of one of those TV court shows... The rightful ownership of a little dog named "Rocco" was being disputed. This, naturally, held my attention.
The judge was unable to settle the dispute, but there was a "where are they now" type segment at the end of the show. The dog's rightful owners returned to tell the judge they'd gone all the way to the supreme court & after over a year, had finally won their dog back. This was a touching story, but also depressing for me. These people had a much stronger argument than I did & it still took nearly 2 years to get back their dog. I was moving & didn't have the time or anywhere near enough money to do what they did. It was time to move on.
Most people will look around for a puppy they like, then try & find a perfect name for the lil' tyke. Not me, not in this case. I already had a name for my next dog. I seriously looked through hundreds of photos of all sorts of dogs, until one hit me like a ton of bricks... A little wrinkly-browed APBT in Texas. I quickly emailed the kennel with all sorts of questions & pestering for a response. It was pure luck that the puppy was still available. Someone had put a deposit on him much earlier, but had some family problems & decided to back out. Fate was smiling on me. I paid in full & he was all mine...
I named him Rocco. :) Forums Motto: Are you gonna eat that?
Rocco speaks!:
Hi! My name's Rocco!
My Dad says "Rocco Rocks!" all the time. I love Dad, Mom too.
She lets me push her off the couch & lick her whole head.
We live with an evil kitty. She used to hiss at me & scare me when I was a baby.
But now that I'm over 8 times her size, she hisses at me & runs away.
I still like the kitty. I don't know why she won't let me play with her like all my other toys.
I like going to the dog park, the pet stores, riding in the car, & playing with other dogs.
Mom & Dad give me lots of food & water & toys.
I love everybody, even the Vet.
She got rid of my worms when I was little & one time, she pulled a big splinter out of my shoulder.
I get lots of treats & I'm a happy boy.
The vet called Dad & said my blood test was good & I didn't get hurt from any of the bad food... Yay ME! Woof! 'Cept now Dad says I'm a finicky lil' shit-brat for not eating my nummies. I think Dad's just upset 'cuz he had to take one of my poops with us to the vet. Dad put it in THREE bags & it STILL smelled!... Yay ME! Woof!
I didn't eat very much the last few days. So now Dad's worried I might have kidney problems from the bad dog food. He's taking me to the Doctor on Monday to make sure I'm OK. I wanted Dad to feel better, so I ate a lot of my food last night. Then I licked on Dad.. A lot!
Now Dad's trying to teach me a new trick, but I don't quite understand...
What does "Don't be gay!" mean?
I like everybody, but every once in a while, I meet somebody who doesn't like me. *sigh* Like today... Dad has started taking me on long walks outside our tiny neighborhood & he did that with me today. But as soon as we turned out to go for our walk, there was a lady walking towards us. She was pretty old & walked real slow, so Dad made me walk in the grass to go around her... But the lady stopped Dad because she was lost. The lady said hi to me & said I was cute, but then she asked Dad if I was a 'pit bull'. Dad said I'm an American Pit Bull Terrier & the lady got scared of me. So I sat next to Dads feet like a good boy. Dad was trying to tell the lady where to go, but she was looking at me & saying she doesn't like 'pit bulls' & that she knew I was gonna get killed some day. Huh? :(
Dad got upset with the lady & I thought he was gonna yell at her, like when I chew on Moms' shoes. But he didn't. Dad just scratched my head & told me I was a good boy & we walked away from the lady. I hope she isn't still lost, 'cuz Dad stopped talking to her. He told me that she was mean & mean people aren't allowed to play with me. Oh well, everybody else still likes me. :)
