Rocky the Dog has a limited vocabulary, but he has one. Go, Treat, Outside, Ball, Roberta's House, Car are part of it; he wanted to go this morning. He does need some assistance getting in and out of the car with bad hips and arthritus, but he did make it for a couple of miles. He stands 2 foot four and weighs ninety four, kind of broad in the shoulders and narrow at the hip, big Rock. Nobody knows where Rock called home, he sort of wandered into town, stayed all alone. Kinda of quiet and shy, didn't bark much, but everyone knew you didn't give much lip to big Rock.
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Hi Rocky, give him a big hug for me, I miss my doggy. Arthur promised me a doggy when our youngest child is 5, that's a long way away.
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