This is Rockys story
Rocky was bred by a very irrensponible breeder and this lady called on my moms and I help one day she said she needed to get rid some dogs and wanted to know if we wanted any so we went to look and what we found was horrble twenty five dogs all in crates in a dark, wet, stinky basement all of the crates we full of piles of feces and all the dogs were covered with it anyways I took Rocky (because he caught my eye) and my mom took three other dogs one had to be put to sleep and she still has the other two and we turned her in to the human society for the rest (21 dogs, and some other animals) I took Rock to the vet and he was so thin (25 pounds at 22 months Doberman Pinscher) infested with parasites, and had urine burns on his skin so we got him all fixed up physically not mentally we are still working on that and in 14 days he put on 25 pounds I was so proud of him I got him in December in March my husband and I had to go out of state for a family emergency and I hated to leave him but I had to so we left him at a boarding kennel that was well known and responible (so we thought) when we returned on the 20th of March and went to pick him up they informed us he had escaped from them on March 9th one day after we left and they had no idea where he was I was so frantic and ferious I called all of the local rescue orgs. and the shelter and even the police department to see if they had seen him two days later on March 22nd I got a call from one of the rescues saying that the police department had him to call them and they could get back to me so I called the police and they put me in contact with the officer who "had" him he told me Rocky had broken into a house he crashed through someones sliding glass door and they reported a burgular and when the police got there it was Rocky and it took them 2 1/2 hours to catch him (he was probably scared to death) the officer also told me that since no one has claimed him that he had given him to this real nice family and they probably wouln't give him back he said that he would contact them and let them know but not to get my hopes up so anyways on April 5th I got a phone call from Rockys "new" mom and dad and they questioned me like I was a criminal and finally after alot of begging and pleading and convincing I got him back on April 20th almost two months after I left him needless to say he never stays anywhere any more and goes everywhere with me now I just think his story is amazing and that he is a really lucky dog and that I am as lucky as him to have him in my life
Rocky was bred by a very irrensponible breeder and this lady called on my moms and I help one day she said she needed to get rid some dogs and wanted to know if we wanted any so we went to look and what we found was horrble twenty five dogs all in crates in a dark, wet, stinky basement all of the crates we full of piles of feces and all the dogs were covered with it anyways I took Rocky (because he caught my eye) and my mom took three other dogs one had to be put to sleep and she still has the other two and we turned her in to the human society for the rest (21 dogs, and some other animals) I took Rock to the vet and he was so thin (25 pounds at 22 months Doberman Pinscher) infested with parasites, and had urine burns on his skin so we got him all fixed up physically not mentally we are still working on that and in 14 days he put on 25 pounds I was so proud of him I got him in December in March my husband and I had to go out of state for a family emergency and I hated to leave him but I had to so we left him at a boarding kennel that was well known and responible (so we thought) when we returned on the 20th of March and went to pick him up they informed us he had escaped from them on March 9th one day after we left and they had no idea where he was I was so frantic and ferious I called all of the local rescue orgs. and the shelter and even the police department to see if they had seen him two days later on March 22nd I got a call from one of the rescues saying that the police department had him to call them and they could get back to me so I called the police and they put me in contact with the officer who "had" him he told me Rocky had broken into a house he crashed through someones sliding glass door and they reported a burgular and when the police got there it was Rocky and it took them 2 1/2 hours to catch him (he was probably scared to death) the officer also told me that since no one has claimed him that he had given him to this real nice family and they probably wouln't give him back he said that he would contact them and let them know but not to get my hopes up so anyways on April 5th I got a phone call from Rockys "new" mom and dad and they questioned me like I was a criminal and finally after alot of begging and pleading and convincing I got him back on April 20th almost two months after I left him needless to say he never stays anywhere any more and goes everywhere with me now I just think his story is amazing and that he is a really lucky dog and that I am as lucky as him to have him in my life
