Ya’ll remember my pooches, right? Of course you do. Even though I haven’t dedicated an entire post to these guys in a while, I’ve at least shared their pictures and maybe a story or two. I thought it was time to share some of their adventures with you again, and update you on what’s been going on in their lives. It’s time for some Rock and Roll revisited.
Rock and Roll Revisited
Let’s go back and reminisce over Rock and Roll’s first post. Weekend Sneak-In: Rock And Roll was my silly way of introducing the boys to you. I should have revealed in that post that Tigger, my youngest daughter, is responsible for naming them. She was 4 years old when they came to live with us, and no one was crazier about them than Tigger. We knew we wanted names that went together, since they’re brothers. We tossed around Peanut Butter and Jelly, Bert and Ernie, and several other bad choices before Tigger declared their names were Rock and Roll. We all agreed immediately that those were perfect names for our dogs!
We’ve been living here at Big Creek for a year and a half now. That’s a long time to go without keeping you informed on the fellas! I’m sure you remember The Adventures of Rock and Roll, which is all about our first trip out here to Big Creek with them. It wasn’t any smellier than the second trip out here, which was when we moved them here for good. Coach hauled them in his truck that time, and not in the back, but in the cab. He was certain there was going to be a pile of doggie dung in the back seat, but nope…must’ve just been nervous gas again!
After about six months here at Big Creek, with 92 acres to roam, we removed the wireless fence collars from the boys. Every time we’d go to the creek, they would break through the boundaries and join us, which then terrified me to think that they would get in the water and get electrocuted. It just wasn’t fair, or fun, for us to go to the creek without them. Plus, poor Roll doesn’t need anymore brain damage…he’s the one who has pushed the boundaries the most and suffered the most shocks. He was kind of the runt of the litter anyway, and I describe him as a “special needs” dog. He has 6 toes on both back paws, and just seems like he’s a few bricks shy of a load, ya know?
I’m not insulting him. He’s the sweetest thing, truly, and I love him very very much. I’m just being honest.
I should have done a Rock and Roll revisited post before now. Both dogs have taken little walkabouts since the collars got removed, which all of my local friends are very aware of (thanks to my whiny, sobbing social media posts during their absences…which worked, by the way, and got my babies found).
Rock went first. He was gone for 5 days, and I worried and cried and pined away for my big, handsome guy. You probably remember from this short, pleading post. He was finally found, 5 or 6 miles from home, lost and hungry. That was back in August, and I’m really hoping he’s learned his lesson. He hasn’t gotten too far off the porch without adult supervision since.
Roll’s trip was even scarier. Apparently he took out through the woods chasing something one night, and he chased it a little too far. He was missing for 8 days, and was found a good 8 to 10 miles from home, and had crossed a busy highway in his travels. What made it so terrifying was that it snowed about 2 inches the morning after he left, and was bitter cold. The fact that he survived on his own for that long, that far away, in those conditions, actually helped me realize he is smarter than I thought. I was ever so happy when we found him, thanks to my endless Facebook posts and pleas and the kindness of someone who saw my posts and responded. Here he is when we found him…he jumped right into TheMiniVanWithAPlan without complaint, which is not his favorite.
Farm Living is the Life for Rock and Roll
Nowadays, the guys do a really good job of holding down the various porches on Big Creek.
My babies are gentle as lambs, sweet as pie, and as lazy as dogs (must be where that saying came from, eh?). When Madre and I walk, they take every step with us. Rock walks right beside me, as if he were on a leash,
and Roll scouts out the path ahead, to the side, behind, and all around us. He must walk 5 miles to our 2.5. Once we return, they both flop out somewhere and sleep for the rest of the day. As usual, Rocky can be found like this.
My dogs are such blessings. Big, hairy, smelly, slobbery blessings. I couldn’t imagine our lives without them, and I really think everyone should have a dog. That’s why I had to do a Rock and Roll revisited post, so you could roll your eyes and shake your heads and mumble under your breath, “She’s one of those dog nuts.” Yep, I am.
Did I tell you that I think Rock has found his soulmate? Lucy is Madre’s dog (she’s pretty amazing, too), and I’m just certain they’re in love. It’s the sweetest romance…she runs and pounces on his head, then nibbles his face like she’s flea-biting. He ignores her and meanders off to find somewhere to flop. It must be true love!!
Tell me all about your pets in the comments, won’t you? I’ll even let you tell me about your cats (I’m not a cat person, probably because I’m highly allergic). Nothing brings more joy to the world than pets, in my opinion. Rock and Roll Revisited might be about my dogs, but all pets deserve to be bragged on. Except maybe pet snakes. That’s just weird.
Ok, my kids bring a lot of joy to my world, too. Especially when you put my kids and my pets together.