Rocco

My best fur friend/heart dog, Rocco was almost 17 years old and lived a good life with us for the last 10 years. He was my dog and I was his person. Rocco was always there by me if he didn’t have more important things to do outside-like hunt for rabbits. If we were in the house, he was close by and wouldn’t go to bed until I did. He came from SWESR rescue very well trained: housebroken, happy, loving, and almost perfect (he was a bit of a bed-hog!). He liked to sit next to us on the couch-a paw on me. Part of his job was supervising my workouts – he always gave me a paw. His other important job was being the kitchen dog. He knew the best place to lay was in the middle between the stove, sink, and refrigerator. Outside, his recall was so good – he could be out in one of the pastures chasing a rabbit and if I called him, he came running. His nickname was Roc Monster because of a huffing/chugging sort of sound when he ran. He was a tough dude. I miss him every day.