It was an ordinary Thursday on November 19th, 2015 when I found you. I knew you didn’t have much time. That was the last day you ever lived on the street. Why? – Because love had to win.
The Story of My Little Big Guy, Rocky:
On November 19th, 2015, I was walking three of my dogs at a close by park in Levittown, Puerto Rico. The next thing I know we were approached by this big stray dog.
Originally, I was quite concerned. As my 3 dogs and I continued to walk, he would follow us. When we stopped, he stopped. Eventually, he walked right up to us and sat down.
I realized this dog was not a threat at all. He was letting me know that he’s lost and didn’t know how to take care of himself. He was sick, frail and tick infested.
So, I took my three dogs back to the house and came back to the park to sit with him. That was 864 days ago today. He never lived on the street again.
Rocky is my best friend. I call him “My Little Big Guy.” — He’s little in the sense that he was a year old when we first met at the park. He’s big in the sense that physically he’s a big dog. He’s a lot big in the sense that when we play around, I usually have black and blue marks all over my body, lol.
I want to thank My Little Big Guy for rescuing us.
So, you ask if stray animals can make great pets? — You bet they can.
Have a great night friends.
