He came to us via some friends of my mom's, Linda and Jim, who allowed us to spend the last 8 1/2 years with the best dog God ever created. You hear the saying, Gentle
Rocky would have turned 13 in July this year, which is old for a large farm dog. In January of 2010 he got very sick and we almost lost him then but with determination our kids would have him stand and they'd massage his legs. After laying flat out for 3 weeks he came around. His eye sight and hearing were failing terribly and he never saw our daughter backing out of the garage 10 days ago and he walked right behind the car. She never saw him either. Since then, he's been in the barn resting with the cats. He started sitting up again and we thought he was going to recover. Today after dinner Mark made the announcement that Rocky passed away.
When Rocky first came to us the kids quickly discovered that he could play Frisbee. Every morning and night they'd play with him. In his younger days he'd jump in the air to catch it, as he got older he'd let it fall and lay next to it. Even when he lived in the house with us he knew the best place at the dinner table was next to one of the little kids...they always drop food. So he never needed to beg. Jason would tease him with treats and balance them on his nose and Rocky had to wait for Jason to say "OK" Then he'd snap it up into the air and grab it with his mouth.
He gave our kids some of the best memories anyone could have asked for...you will be missed.




