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There have been a lot of posts that have asked people where their member ids came from. Mine is no secret. It is a play on words from Journey's "Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'" song. The 5 is significant as it is the number of dogs I have!
I know five dogs...WOW! But I used to have 10! For a while I volunteered at a no-kill animal rescue and I couldn't say no too many times.. Eventually, over the years, I've lost 5 of them, leaving me with my current 5. I'm going to dedicate a few of my posts to my babies-my kids-my dogs.
I've had Rocky the longest. I got him when he was only about 6 weeks old and weighed about 2 1/2 pounds. He's a mutt through and through, but I think we've determined that he's part chow, german shepard, and Irish wolfhound.
When I lived in the city, some people down the street bought a farm out in the country about 15 miles away. When they went to check out their property, they discovered a litter of pups. It seems the previous owners decided all they wanted was the momma.
The people brought the pups back into town with them and were able to place of all but two of them. Because I was volunteering at the rescue at the time, I told them I would take them and try to find good homes. The rescue helped me out with food, wormer and shots. Little did I know how much time taking care of two little pups was going to be! Since they were still too young to be weaned, they needed a lot of attention! I brought them home and introduced them to my poodle and cat. My poodle seemed to get along with them pretty well, but my cat was indifferent. She just kept to herself most of the time. I didn't want to get too attached to them because I knew they would be going to new homes as soon as they were old enough to be placed, but it was so hard!
Over the next few weeks, Rocky and his brother grew and grew. Rocky was as bad as a baby when it came to going outside. He would cry in the middle of the night until I took him out. Let's just say, he was no problem to housebreak! Soon, it was time for them to find new homes. The animal rescue was having an adopt-a-thon and I was to bring the dogs. I was very excited that they were going to finally have a home of their own! When the day came, a lot of people came and looked at the various dogs and pups we had. Rocky and his brother had many people inquire about them. Halfway through the day, I had to say good bye to Rocky’s brother, as he had found a home! He was going to live out in the country and be a little boy’s dog. How cool! Near the end of the day, another couple was very interested in Rocky. Now even though I knew I shouldn’t have grown attached to these two little pups, it was so hard not too, and I couldn’t give him up! I decided that I wanted to keep him. So I took him home for good this time and he’s been with me ever since.
That was back in 1997. Rocky is now 9 years old. His hair is showing signs of age, but his spirit is still as great as it was when he was a pup. We’ve been through a lot these past few years. I soon discovered that he is terrified of loud noises, especially thunderstorms and fireworks. He hates the vet, and cries like a baby when he has to get his shots. It usually takes three people to give them to him! When he likes you, he comes up to you and pushes his way between your legs so you can pet him on his back above his tail! He loves having his belly rubbed and will lay there for a long time! I just love my Rocky-man!
7/18/2006 5:45 pm
Tell Rocky that I love belly rubs too! Woof, Woof!|