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Monday, March 2, 2009
Just Keeps Getting Deeper!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Snow, Snow and More Snow!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Love At First Sight 1 Year Ago Today
It's been one year since I met my new mom and dad -- one year ago today, February 16th! And what a year it has been! Little did I know when Foster Bob took me to Petco that sunny Saturday morning how much my life was about to change. Before long I was on my way to a new home 1000 miles away and a new life as a Therapy Dog.
It's been an exciting week -- I've been visiting all my friends at the NH Veteran's Home on Sunday afternoons -- seems I've been arriving just in time to join in on the sing-a-longs in the dining hall. This past Sunday, they sang "Hey Good Lookin" just as I walked in -- everyone is always saying how beautiful I am, so mom said it was my song.
Tuesday evening I did my first "Therapy Dog Demo" for a youth group at Mom and Dad's church. That was so much fun -- I got to pretend like I was being tested again for therapy dog work so everyone could see what I needed to be able to do in order to become certified. The teenagers took part in the demo and had a good time putting me through my paces. Then I got to see them all again last night when they came over to my house for BYD with my dad -- they were all so happy to see me and I just loved all the attention.
Today Mom scheduled another event for me -- a local preschool called and wants me to come in to visit the class in April and talk about being a therapy dog. I'll keep you posted on that event as it gets closer.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
A Long Quiet Week
Here's Dad skiing on the slopes of Snowbird. He said he missed me, but you wouldn't guess it by this picture. Gina stayed with us all week so everyone could stay at home -- no kennel for anyone this time. That was nice, but I sure did miss riding in my Dad's truck. Before they left, I did go on a very long ride to Massachusetts to my Dad's office. That was lots of fun. At first I thought we might be headed back to NC! Then on Sunday, Mom and I went over to the Veteran's Home. I got 3 treats from my new friends who live and work there. My last stop before I leave is always the Security Office. They always have treats for me -- I think they'd really like to have me riding around patrolling with them. Well, that's all for now -- just glad to have Mom and Dad back and life back to normal. Ya'll have a great week -- RockyTuesday, January 20, 2009
Wicked Cold!
It's been wicked cold here, so I've been staying inside! Wicked -- that's a new word I've learned since moving to NH. Mom says it means: really, really, really, really something, like really, really, really, really cold! The other morning it was 21 below zero! Now that's wicked cold! Things can be wicked good, too, like when talking about my new food -- Taste of the Wild! It's full of salmon, sweet potatoes, blueberries and lots of other good stuff. Mom says Dad just bought it because it has wolves on the package. I'm just glad he bought it! It's wicked good!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
First Solo Visit A Moving Experience
Hi Friends --
Well, our first solo visit to the NH Veteran's Home will be one Mom and I cherish and remember forever. We weren't even going to go yesterday because Mom was very busy and also felt we needed to practice a bit more before going solo. But later that morning, she said she got a strong impression that we needed to be there that afternoon, so she quickly groomed me and off we went. Our friend Kathy Wilson joined us to help navigate the halls of this large facility. Mom wanted for be sure to visit her friend Forrest, a former member of the WWII 10th Mountain Division. Mom had been looking forward to having me meet him from the time we began training for TD work. We found his room and went in, only to find him very sick. Mom had seen him a week ago, so she was surprised to see him so sick. He knew who we were, though, talked with us and was happy to see us. We visited for a short time and then a nurse came in to tend to Forrest, so we said we'd better go. A few hours later when we were at home, we got a phone call from Forrest's granddaughter -- Forrest wasn't expected to live much longer. Dad went over immediately to see him. When he came back, he told us that Forrest had told his son when he arrived that I had been in to visit him. I'm so glad he remembered I was there. This morning Dad got another phone call. Forrest died around 5:30 a.m. I'm so thankful my mom listened to that still, small voice and took me over to see Forrest. I hope I made his final hours on this earth a little bit brighter -- I think I did. That's what Therapy Dog work is all about. Rocky

Forrest and his late wife, Dorothy. They are now together...forever. Helaman 10:7
Things I Love
- Ice cubes! Bud & Sadie taught me to crunch ices cubes. Sure wish I'd had those on hot days back in NC!
- Meeting new people -- the Southern gentleman in me really shines here!
- Carolyn's Canine College -- Carolyn is so nice to me and gives me treats!
- My dog sister, Sadie (notice I didn't say, my dog brother, Bud)
- Fish Oil Capsules -- My bedtime snack, yummy!
- Riding in the Car -- sometimes I get to stick my head out the window!
- Going for walks with my mom on my country road
- Sleeping (Especially on my mom & dad's bed!)
- Food (Mom only lets me eat dog food, no table scraps)
Rocky's Favorite Websites
Rocky's Story
I wish I knew who that young girl was that gave me a ride that day. She saved my life and I'd like to say thank you to her someday. After she saved me from those hunters, she took me to a vet to see if I had any identification -- I didn't, of course. So the vet contacted Bob, a volunteer with Forever Home K9 Rescue. Bob came over and brought me back to his home. It wasn't a forever home but it sure was nice to be out of the woods. My owner actually did track me down and when he found out Bob would help find a good home for me, he decided that was the best thing for me. That was just what Bob was hoping for, now he could get on with helping me and that began with getting that BB out of my head and neutering. Then came the heartworm test...positive; then the heartworm treatments, ugh! They were tough but Bob, Denese and the wonderful vets and technicians at Animal Hospital of Statesville took real good care of me and I made it through! Thanks, you guys!
Bob then started taking me to PetCo for the adopt-a-dog days. A lot of people would stop and pet me, but Bob told me he was waiting for the right people to give me a good home. My lucky day was February 16, 2008, when a man and woman came by and began talking with Bob and petting me. I thought they were very nice, but I knew they weren't from around NC because they had a different accent. But Bob seemed to like them and I trusted Bob. About three weeks later, back at PetCo I met the same people again and they seemed very happy to see me. That's when I began to realize that these people were going to be my forever home.
On March 10, 2008, in the early morning hours, Bob got my things and we headed out while it was still dark. We went to a hotel parking lot and there were those same two people again. That's when Bob told me I would be going home with them. I was sad and alittle scared to leave Bob, but I knew that's what I had to do. Leaving the parking lot, I whimpered a little as I sat in the corner of the back seat of the pick-up truck. I was trying to be brave. These people seemed nice, but I was really missing Bob and I had no idea where I was being taken.
I rode quietly for quite a while, with a scared look on my face. I looked out the window to try to see where we were going but I couldn't tell. Finally, I started to relax a little and took a nap. When I woke up, I felt better. I continued riding for miles and miles, hours and hours -- about 17 hours to be exact and pretty close to 1000 miles. We stopped off and on along the way for potty breaks and snacks. I was getting to like these new people!
Finally we arrived at a house in the country. I got out and stepped into this icy cold white stuff that was slippery to walk on! Oh no, snow! I'd seen a little of this stuff in NC but not like it was here. Then they told me, I was in New Hampshire!
This was my new forever home! It was really late, so we went right to bed. The next morning I met my new family: my German shepherd sister, Sadie, and my German shepherd brother, Buddy; and my feline brothers & sisters: Sam, Jack, Eddie, Annie and Chloe; and my grammy, who is 87-years old and blind.
My life has changed so much since I joined my forever home. I go for walks. I have a huge yard to run free in with my brother and sister. I have my own bed. I go to dog school. And I'm preparing to be a therapy dog so I can go to nursing homes and children's reading programs. Life doesn't get much better than this! Thank you Forever Home K9 Rescue for helping me find my forever home...even if it was 1000 miles away! Rocky