It started out one day when my wife Lois said: "Such a nice day! We
should go for a drive." "Okay," I replied. "Do you thing we could go
see that little dog?" she asked. She had been showing me pictures on
Facebook of a little dog that needed a home from the Pictou, NS SPCA,
for a week or more.
"Sure," I said and off we went on a 160 km trip.
Some background information:
We are seniors. I love animals, and had dogs in the past, every one
whom was the best ever. But at this stage of our life I was somewhat
resistant thinking we don't need a dog to look after anymore at our
Arriving at the SPCA we inquired about "Rocky". Oh great the young
lady said, we are looking for an older couple for an older dog. He is
14 years old. She proceeded to give us a brief history of Rocky saying
he had a hard life and wasn't treated very well. That a son had taken
him from a lady (his monther) and that he didn't get along with kids
and tried to bite them. Thus he was brought to the SPCA.
Rocky was brought out to the front with us, and he immediately began
hopping around Lois looking for pats and happy as could be. In an
instant he had won Lois's heart. He is a small dog, a Yorkie/Shih Tzu
was sitting about six to eight feet away when all of a sudden Rocky
headed straight for me, jumped from about four feet away straight into
my lap, curled up like a little puppy, as much to say: "Lets go!" (Now
you know that confirmed the deal right there.) And he stayed there
until the lady said to take him for a short
walk to see how that goes.
During the walk the little fella trotted along right beside us like he
was always ours. Paperwork was filled out, they called our local vet
for reference and of course Rocky was ours. She gave us his medical
history and mentioned a lot of his larger teeth had to be removed, but
overall he was in pretty good shape.
On the drive home he sat on Lois's lap looking out the window, acting
as if he had always been there. And even upon arriving at our house he
took a quick look around the rooms and from that time on it was like
he had been here for his entire lifetime.
Side note: It was previously
agreed, should we ever get a dog, it would sleep in its kennel every
night, never be allowed on the bed or up on the furniture.
Rocky Is Good At Training Humans:
Well that lasted three nights. He willingly would go into his kennel
at night on his own, and lay there with those dreamy eyes looking
right at you no matter what the time. You couldn't get a better little
dog, no hassle, no resistance. Lois said, "You gotta let him on the
foot of the bed, he loves us so much."
Well you know where he sleeps every night now. And not necessarily on
the foot either!
Observations: When we first
got Rocky, he was very anxious if you touched his front legs.
Similarly if you touched him around his lower jaw. I am guessing kids
probably picked him up by his front legs, thus the accused biting. I
also have a feeling he was kicked in the past, perhaps the real reason
some teeth had to be removed.
Today he doesn't mind either of those areas being touched providing
you are gentle and kind while doing so. During our walks he has met
many kids and has been happy tail wagging nice to every one of them.
You Got'er Made Now Bud
are fortunate to have a Trans Canada Trail close to our place where we
take Rock for daily walks. I met a gentleman that also lives in the
area one day and he said: "Oh you have a little dog now, what a cute
little fella he is!" I replied: "Yeah he's a rescue, we've only had
him a short time. I understand he wasn't treated very well." The man
got right down on his knees and took Rocky in his arms and said:
"Well, you've gott'er made now Bud!" Those words come back to me
nearly every day.
Everybody loves Rocky, and he loves them. He has sure changed this
household in a big way. I am so glad I agreed to take that drive, it
was meant to be.
2021 Rocky Is 15 Years Old -
at the time of this writing. I've read dogs don't understand words,
but I swear he understands most words we say. Rocky rarely barks,
unless you forget and leave him outside on the swing, then you will
get one long loud one. He communicates by expressions. A certain look
to go outside. Another when he wants to go to bed. A look of help when
he wants to get up beside Mama or Papa. He even has a special look
when he wants Cheerios.
Did I say Cheerios? Yes, I read where plain Cheerios are a good treat
to share with your dog. I like them myself, plain, with no milk,
better than potato chips. Well Rocky has a certain look when he wants
to share those with me. And there's another special look when we're
finished, for a long drink of water, and possibly a trip outside.
Pals Forever Rescuing Rocky
has been the best happening we could ever ask for. Yes he is spoiled,
we are spoiled, but I can tell you one thing; we got him to give him
the best possible life ever - that he never had before. And that's
exactly what he will get no matter what - for as long as he lives!