I don’t think I’m ever going to live down this roach. It was epic apparently. Oh, and there is video. Just not here. Moocher has threatened to work on that.
I’ve had a promotion from Rocky the Gormless to Rocky the Restless. Apparently, I’m no longer dumb as a rock. I’ve learned my name, I have a bit of a recall, I’m kenneling, I’m getting my table manners down, and getting along with big sister, mostly. And I’ve mastered Missy’s wet Willie technique of rousing the Moocher to use the loo while he is asleep. Missy says this is really important!
The restless bit comes from my fascination with the blighter behind all the shinny surfaces at eye level. I keep barking at the blighter and asking to go out to run him off. Moocher is going crazy.
I’ll be 4 on May 27 so Moocher has another year of adolescent behavior to endure. Most of us grow up in year 5. Moocher would like to keep me playful. He takes advantage of my curiosity and playfulness to redirect me with a squeaky toy when I am making mischief.
There be photos after the break. And the link for the adoption charity nearest Bill.
- https://www.greyhoundfriends.com/ Charlotte area adoption charity near Beach Mountain, NC.
Moocher spoke with cousin Bill Watson who lives in Beach Mountain NC and just lost his “Weneeda” dog (“We need another dog like we need another hole in the head”, Seriously!). Anyway, Bill is considering bringing his pack back to two and asked about me. And wanted to see some photos. Bill’s E-mail and Google Hangouts addresses have gone missing so I thought I’d have Moocher post some here for him. Heaven knows, the pandemic and the termination of race wagering in Florida have put 5000 of us on the street.