Rocky was just 6 months old when he was taken to a dog pound in Tennessee. My dad didn’t want anything to happen to him, and called me in Oregon to see if we could take him. On my next trip to Tennessee, Rocky flew back to Oregon with me. He was loyal, loving, rambunctious, and often crazy. He loved getting into mischief, playing with his brothers, chasing chipmunks and laser pointers, camping, grilled hot dogs, and sun bathing. He was the welcome wagon to 2 other dogs, 3 cats, ferrets, hamsters, chinchillas, and finally 2 children. 15 years wasn’t enough time with him. We will always miss you, Rock Star.
A donation was made in Rocky's memory and the memorial was created on June 5, 2020.