Rocky remembers when I rescued him in November of 2015 in Puerto Rico. He also remembers all the altercations with other dogs over the years where I had to break up the conflict in order to protect him. This is a story about our life together.
It was an ordinary Thursday on November 19th, 2015 in Puerto Rico. I was walking my 3 small dogs at a nearby park. All of a sudden, this Pit Bull mix walked right up to us and sat down. He was a stray dog living on the street. He was frail and tick infested. I was pretty concerned for my 3 small dogs at that moment. So, I walked my little ones about 20 feet away. The stray dog came right over to us again and just sat down. I started to realize that this dog was no threat at all. He was letting me know that he’s just a boy and couldn’t make it alone anymore. He was at the end of the line.
I decided to take the 3 small dogs back into the house and then go sit with the stray dog for a while. I brought him some food and water. Over the next week or so, I bridged him back to life. Then, I decided to bring him into the family and named him Rocky. He never forgot that. Rocky remembers that I was there when it counted most.
Fast Forward to March 16th, 2018:
Many of you know this story. This was the morning that my ex-wife was screaming for me to wake up because our foster dog managed to get into the house and went right after Rocky. I woke up to my wife screaming at 6:30 am and Rocky yelping in pain like I had never heard before. I ran into the room like a madman trying to pull the foster dog off of Rocky. This dog had her full bite entrenched into the back of Rocky’s neck. I could not get her off him. She was part Pit Bull, Dalmation and Greyhound. She was as strong as an Ox and fast as lightening. So, what I did was I lifted up her back legs and pulled them upwards towards the ceiling. But she would not let go. I pulled her back legs up even further towards the ceiling. Then, Rocky started being lifted off the ground as her bite around his neck was now pulling him up too.
But that did not work either. And this is what I had to do friends; I had to let her back down to the ground and open her mouth with my bare hands. Now, mind you, my ex-wife was also trying to separate them. But I was taking the lionshare of the blowback for sure. I literally pried her mouth open with my fingers and hands and got them separated. It was difficult for me to type or text for the next few weeks that’s how beat up my hands were. I was there for Rocky again. He remembers that.
Guess what I did after that? – I cleaned my hands off and went to work. Guess what my ex-wife did while I was at work? She took pictures of her scrapes and bruises from the dogfight that morning. I did not know that at the time. 35 days later when we were arguing about money, she went to the courts and said that I pushed her twice on March 16th, 2018. And she Never mentioned the dogfight. So, in other words, after living together for 4.5 years, I just decided to get up at 6:30 am and start pushing my wife around. How sick is that? – That’s how we ended up in Dorado where Patrick was killed.
Fast Foward to April 3rd, 2023:
When the neighbor’s dog got loose and threw Rocky and myelf into crazy, scary and risky tailspin for several minutes. This was just a few days ago. And once again, I was there for my boy. Rocky knows that. We have had several other altercations with other dogs too. But, the point I am trying to illustrate is that I have always been there for Rocky. And he remembers each incident.
That is why he lays across my chest now like a big baby in the top picture of this post. I used to call him my Little Big Guy. He was little in the sense that he was only a year old when I found him in the park on November 19th, 2015, He was big in the sense that anytime we played or wrested together, I had black and blue marks all over my body. But, in a good way, lol.
I really love him with all my heart. That is why I was always run directly into the fire to protect him.
That’s the story of my restless warrior, Rocky.