The Rocky Story
Rocky came into my life as a puppy. Somehow , somewhere one of my brothers acquired
him.
He was however a little on the, CHEWY side!
Rocky loved to chew bones, toys, shoes, the couch. Yes, I
said the couch.
He took it upon himself one day while part of the family was
in Washington DC for a little vacation, to chew apart our couch.
Rocky was a sweet dog but on the day brains were handed out
in heaven he was chewing the Throne!
He was basically an idiot. But nevertheless he captured the
heart of young Jenni and I just loved him through every mess he made.
Until one spring day when I was a Senior in high school and still taking the bus. Rocky had decided that morning to eat my little sisters blankie. Which was really nothing more than a strand of blanket.
While I stood on the corner, waiting for the bus, Dad let
rocky outside to go potty.
Rocky, wandered in circles for quite sometime, some are
familiar with this process, we call it the poop walk.

The bus was of course late that day as the 6 of us stood
there watching the Rocky and Don Show.
It was quite a sight!
I recall being rather embarrassed as we all disembarked the
bus that afternoon after school was over.
As we parted ways one neighbor boy whispered to me quietly,
“I hope your dog is ok” and laughed with the others as they walked past my
driveway!
Yet another wonderful animal moment brought to you by Hometown Entertainment!