Merry Christmas!

Rocco and our family would like to take a minute and thank you for your continued support of this blog.
Wishing you and your families a joyous holiday.
Now I have to try to keep him away from the Christmas cookies.....

Snow Dogs

Our little Rocco is growing up! The dog who was skittish about the snow a mere few weeks ago, is having a love affair with the white stuff these days.
When we open the back door to let him out he races out the door, running at full speed through our snowy yard. Rocco LOVES the snow.
Molly loves it too, but in a calmer way. She walks out the door and stretches out in the icy stuff, like she was lounging on a feather bed.
Truthfully, I would rather be in 80 degree weather these days. But seeing these two crazy dogs in the snow always makes us laugh.

Guess who's at it again?

No commentary needed.

Um, a mailman he's not

Neither rain, snow, sleet or hail will prevent a mail carrier from delivering the mail, or so the saying goes.
But that motto won't work for Rocco.
Because yesterday in one afternoon, we actually DID have rain, snow, sleet and hail.
And Rocco was scared to death.
Poor Rocco was only 3-months old last December. He apparently does not remember snow. For when he walked outside yesterday, he barked at it, cried, and tried to hide under the tree so the snow would not land on him. Granted, eventually he got used to it.
Eventually.
Then there was Molly.
Poor Molly does not like to get wet. She refuses to go outside even if its not raining but the sidewalk is wet.
Molly does not like wet.
So after getting a slightly snow covered and panicked Rocco into the house, I opened the door to let Molly out. She took one look at the snow, and looked at me as if to say 'Oh, hell no!" and she ran back into the house. We could not get her back outside for hours.
Because, again, Molly does not like to be wet.
Did I mention that we apparently have high maintenance dogs?

Today....

I had two errands to run.
First, I had to return some wallpaper border to Menard's. I had 4-rolls of border that were not sticking to the hallway wall. When I got to Menard's and opened the bag, there were only 3-rolls. I thought maybe I lost the lone roll in the car, and I truly didn't think twice about it.
Then I ran to JC Penney. I picked up a VERY CUTE stuffed animal for my friends' daughters' first birthday.
When I walked in the house, I saw that Rocco-the-thief had removed that lone roll of border from the bag on the table, and it was chewed and stuck in a million pieces to the carpet in the spare bedroom.
Apparently there WAS adhesive on those rolls.
After admonishing Rocco, I started to wrap a few things to go to the Post Office. When I went to get the stuffed animal from the bag, it was gone. Rocco had removed it from the bag and chewed a big hole in the sweet lions head.
In about 2-minutes.
He has been hiding under the dining room table for the past 2-hours since I went on a screaming vent that you could hear 2-blocks away.
Now Brooke Elizabeth will have to wait for her birthday lion to be replaced, and Rocco is on double secret probation.
So I started thinking....
You remember the Jody Foster movie "Panic Room", where she has a safe, protected room from intruders in her home?
I need one of those.
Where else am I going to hide Christmas presents from Rocco?

How the Rottweiler Stole Christmas

Per the vet's suggestion, we can't have have any Christmas decorations in our house this year.
Well, as long as Rocco, the human garbage disposal lives here.
My husband took Rocco to the vet on Tuesday for his yearly shots. Rocco weighed in at almost 90-lbs and the vet said that he is healthy and won't get any taller, but he will start to fill out in the next year, probably gaining 20-more lbs. Oh and he said "Hopefully, he will grow out of his clumsy stage next year".
Poor Rocco.
Anyway, the vet was telling my husband how he just had to operate on a dog that ate the lights off a Christmas tree.
Oh, and the surgery to remove the lights cost $3,000.
Cash in advance.
We know Rocco cannot to trusted.
And a sparkly, bright, twinkling Christmas tree will make his mouth water.
And our bank account shrink.
So for the safety of our Rocco and the protection of our wallets, we say.....
Ba Humbug.

PS-Thanks for the title, Rebecca!

Thanksgiving preparations

I have been preparing for Thanksgiving. Well, preparing isn't probably the right word.
Here is an example.
Yesterday I cleaned the china cabinet. Normally a 1/2 hour job, right?
This year, much, much longer.
I would take items from the first shelf of the cabinet, dust them off and place them on the dining room table while I wiped down the shelf. Well, that was the master plan, anyway.
Until Rocco got involved.
He would grab anything that he could off the table while my head was turned. Cloth napkins, napkin rings, silk flowers, candles....anything he could reach, he would steal. Then he would quietly take that item into the living room and chew it to pieces.
So this was the reality of the situation.
Me: Putting a napkin on the table.
Rocco: Stealing said napkin 10-seconds later.
Me: Chasing him thru the house, yelling "Bad boy! BAD BOY" at the top of my lungs.
This went on all afternoon. Every time I thought he was behaving, he wasn't. If it was quiet, he was just being sneaky.

Today, I am cleaning out the pots and pans cabinet. HOPEFULLY he won't be carrying around a 21-qt stock pot in his mouth today.
Well, on second thought....

Anyway....Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

In Memory of Moose

One year ago today we lost our sweet boy Moose to cancer. Moose was a 100-lb Shepard/Rottweiler. He was our baby boy.
Before Moose, we lost our Iggy, my husbands 12-year old 70-lb dog. I will tell you 100% truthfully that I married my husband because of Iggy. My husband adored that dog. As a dog lover myself, I could not help but fall in love with a man that loved his dog like Iggy was loved.
Iggy passed away when we were in Mexico on our honeymoon. We were devastated. I could not even think about bringing another dog into our life. Iggy was irreplaceable. It took me two years to even think about getting another dog.

And then we found Moose.

We had him for 6 glorious years. One day he started to limp, and when we took him to the vet, it was discovered that he had bone cancer. The cancer took him from us only 2-weeks later.
I wrote the following poem about him just after he died. I miss him today as much as I did one year ago.
I wish each of you could someday have a Moose in your life.
Your life will never be the same.

For Moose

We met you six years ago when we answered an ad,
“Looking for a home for some puppies”, that’s what it said.



Your Daddy did lots of research, and he asked around,
Shepard’s and Rottweiler’s are loyal and true, that’s what he found.

So off we drove with a $100 check,
I was still doubtful, but thought “Oh, what the heck”.

I surely wasn’t convinced we were doing the right thing,
Their yard was dirty and they had a broken porch swing.

There were so many dogs and puppies running about,
It was very chaotic, and I wanted to get out.

But your Daddy was stubborn, and wanted a furry friend.
He was still missing Iggy, and the loneliness in his heart only a new puppy could mend.

We narrowed it down to you and your brother so we asked which one would howl,
And the man looked at us and said “Take that one, he has a mean growl”.

So off we drove, with you on your new Daddy’s lap,
You were so small and sweet, and you curled up to take a nap.

We gave you a bath, and a nice good meal,
Getting you to stop sitting in your water bowl was quite an ordeal.



During the next few months you dug up the yard and messed on the rug.
And when the neighboring beagles walked by, you barked at them and thought you were a big, bad thug.

We decided to get a new puppy, Molly, to try to keep you calm.
But now we had two, big obnoxious dogs, that’s what we found.



Through the next 6-years we loved you like you were our child,
I swear some days when we spoke to you; you would look at us and smile.



You were strong and brave and majestic and true.
And watching you run in the park was Daddy’s favorite thing to do.

When they told us you were sick, it’s something we could not believe,
You were healthy and muscular, and cancer we could not perceive.

The cancer brought your body down quicker than we could ever have known,
To the end you were a true warrior, you never, ever made even a groan.

You spent your last day being spoiled and loved,
Everyone came to say goodbye...Moose, you were truly beloved.



Daddy held you and looked into your eyes as you took your last breath,
He said “Thank you Moosie for everything” as you slipped peacefully into your sweet death.



I hope that you know how much you will be missed,
Daddy isn’t taking it well, he feels really pissed.

But we know you are in heaven, running free like the wind.
And knowing you are there with Iggy is making me grin.

And although for now we have to be apart.
We are not alone because your paw prints will always be on our heart.

Please know how much you meant to our life and though our pain is profuse,
We know we will see you again someday, our sweet baby Moose.

A creature of habit

We re-arranged our bedroom yesterday, flipping 2-dressers to opposite sides of the room.
And Rooco has not been the same since then.
He is cries whenever he walks into the bedroom.
Apparently he resists change.
Or he doesn't like my decorating ideas.

Nap Time

When Rocco isn't getting into trouble, he likes to nap. That's how he rolls.
This weekend he was being very naughty, so I decided to take him for a walk. We went around the park near our home, and he was walking very well for me on his leash. So I decided to continue our walk down the main street of our neighborhood.
Bad idea.
We had a great pace going, and I was admiring the blue autumn sky when Rocco decided to stop right in front of me.
As I was still walking.
I wound up dazed and confused and flat on my back on the sidewalk.
In front of the bank.
That was open.
Rocco took that opportunity to immediately lay down next to me on the sidewalk. Apparently he thought we were napping.
On the sidewalk.
In front of the bank.
On Saturday morning.
My husband found this story HILARIOUS and blog worthy.
I know its blog worthy, but I haven't found the hilarity yet.
Maybe when my bruises heal......

The Costume Dilemma

We have ALWAYS dressed our dogs for Halloween. If I (still) wasn't having computer problems, I would scan each and every picture for you. But for now, you will just have to take my word for it.
Here are a few pictures of previous Halloweens' in our house.

This is Moose, our Rottweiler/Shepard mix, dressed a "Super Dog", Halloween 2000. He passed away last November. He was only 6-years old when bone cancer took him from us. We miss him terribly.
Poor Mr. Moose would hide when he saw me coming with a costume for him.


Here is my sweet Molly as a "Killer Bee", Halloween 2002. She will wear ANYTHING if I just bribe her a piece of cheese.


This is both Moose and Molly as "Killer Bee's" Halloween 2002.


This is Moose and Molly as "Hot Dogs" last year, Halloween 2006.
Moose died just 2-weeks later.

Herein lies my dilemma.
I have not shopped for doggie costumes this year.
And Rocco deserves a doggie costume.
So is putting Rocco in Moose's old hot dog costume a terrible thing? Will seeing him in that costume make me too emotional? Or will it make me realize that even though Rocco has big shoes to fill, he's slowly getting there?
Because the day before Halloween, it's either the hot dog costume or nothing.
Unless we wrap him in his favorite material, toilet paper, and dress him as a mummy.
I meant that as a joke, but it could be do-able.....

Sleep Deprivation

My husband created a monster. Just in time for Halloween! (I crack myself up sometimes).
Seriously, this is our problem.
Rocco gets baby gated into the kitchen when we have to leave the house. And we all know the reason....ROCCO CANNOT BE TRUSTED.
Rocco also used to be baby-gated into the kitchen when we slept. But my husband, the old softie, let Rocco sleep with us one night.
And from that moment on our sleep dynamic changed forever.
Because the next night, when we tried to put him the kitchen, he cried and whined and whimpered until at 3am we could not stand it anymore and we let him back on the bed.
Big mistake, because I have not had a decent might of sleep since then.
Rocco wants to sleep ON me. Let me tell you that a 100-lb dog laying across your legs or your arm certainly cuts off one's circulation.
Or he nudges my hand. ALL NIGHT. As if petting him until the wee hours of the morning is my top priority.
Did I mention that he hogs the bed? He actually lays next to the wall, then stretches out his legs against the wall, pushing my husband onto my side, thus pushing me to, well, the remaining 8-inches of the bed.
So I'm not sleeping well.
Which is why I am updating this blog at 5am.
Good for you readers....bad for my sanity.

Sunday Night

Still not able to insert new pictures, but tonight I have an opportunity to use an old one.
This is what I saw all night as I tried to watch "Desperate Housewives" and "Brothers and Sisters".

If someone could fill me in on what I missed, I would appreciate it.

Life is good

I just got home. It's 12:45am, and Rocco is sound asleep on the bed with my husband. Rocco looks so peaceful and majestic. He truly is a breathtaking dog.
Well, when he's not awake and eating paper towels and socks and down comforters and crazy glue.....
But right now, at this very moment, watching him sleep is the sweet end to a crazy day.

Today's Adventure

We live in a brick bungalow that was built in 1929. We are lucky enough to have 10-ft ceilings throughout our house.
Today, I noticed there were dust bunnies on the ceiling.
Yep, on that 10-ft high ceiling.
I walked to the dollar store and bought a broom that seriously cost $1! Yipee.
So I was walking through the house with the broom over my head, swatting down the dust bunnies. I was moving along at a good pace, room to room, corner to corner.
That is until Rocco noticed what I was doing.
Did I mention that Rocco attacks the broom when I am sweeping the floor?
And apparently he attacks the broom when I am trying to sweep the ceiling as well.
I would sweep the broom across the ceiling, and Rocco was jumping on his hind legs like he had springs on his feet, growling and snarling the entire time.
At the broom.
Its a wonder I can get anything done around here.

The glue that holds this family together

Yesterday I tried to get into the top drawer of our kitchen island and found that there was so much junk in there that I literally could not pry the drawer open. So I pulled the drawer out and dumped the entire contents onto the dining room table and started the "throwing out" process. When you live with a husband that is a pack rat, you must understand that the purging process MUST go undetected. If my husband sees something in the garbage, he will pull the item out and ask "Why is my favorite t-shirt (with paint splatters and holes that he has not technically fit into since 1987) in the garbage"?
Now in all fairness, he labels me a pack-rat as well. But he has no idea how to update this blog, so I can write whatever I damn well please, and he can't do anything about it.
HONEY, YOUR ARE THE PACK RAT!!!!!
So yesterday I am tossing items from that drawer willy-nilly into the garbage. Batteries, old pens, stickers and labels and twist ties, old phone books...you get the picture. I am hoping that my husband won't really catch on to the quantity of (un-needed) items that were tossed. I thought that I had gotten away with it. SCORE!
Later that evening, Rocco climbs onto my husbands lap and my husband rubs Rocco's face, and says "What's on his face? It feels like dried glue".
Dried glue?
Yep, our Rocco got into the garbage and managed to chew open the crazy glue that I could not open. We found the remainder of the glue bottle stuck to my husbands Chicago Bears throw rug on the back porch.
So Rocco has a crusty face, the rug has crazy glue bottle stuck to it, and I was in trouble for throwing out "perfectly good items".
At least I can open the drawer now.

Today....

My sister stopped by and in the 15-minutes that she was here, Rocco ate a corner of a hallway rug, emptied the bathroom garbage one kleenex at a time, and jumped up onto the dining room table, spilling my sisters' can of Pepsi all over the pile of bills that I was working on.
He was very, very troublesome today while my head was turned.
As I sit here typing, he just walked by carrying a People magazine in his mouth.
Lord help me today. I need some super-duper-puppy-patience.

Sorry for not updating

I am having computer issues, and can't attach any new pictures to the blog.
And truthfully, it's no fun NOT to attach any Rocco pictures, because in Rocco's case, a picture truly is worth a thousand words.
Rocco has the best guilty face, and trying to describe it just does not do the scenario justice.
Hopefully, the computer issues will be rectified shortly.

Today's Update

I lost my job a few weeks ago. It was completely unexpected. Then a few days later, my mom and niece were in a car accident. Then a week after that my mom was in the hospital. So the past 3-weeks have been crazy and hectic, filled with family commitments.
This week is the first week that I have spent job hunting. I spend hours at the computer each day, looking for a job, faxing and emailing my resume, and making follow up calls.
Oh, and refereeing Molly and Rocco.
These two are ecstatic that I am home. They run around the house everyday like two lunatics, fighting over the same slimy toy, then dropping said slimy toy into my lap as I sit at the computer, hoping that I will toss it to them. Later, Rocco hides under the dining room table and attacks a minding-her-own-business Molly, stealing the toy right out of her mouth. Then Molly cries and squeals like she is being tortured, until I walk over and take the toy from Rocco and give it back to her.
This happens OVER and OVER.
Unless of course a neighbor happens to walk by with their dog. Then my two bullies-of-the-block become united as one, barking furiously at the intruders walking past the house. Oh, I mean Rocco and Molly's house.
After the sidewalk trespasser is out of view, they go back to their doggie sibling rivalry, fighting over the toy-of-the-day. Not to be confused with the toy of yesterday. Or the day before.
These dogs are exhausting and I would not trade a minute of my time home with them.
Because after they tire of playing, they sit here at my feet as I type, picking up their heads every so often to check on me before they fall back into their peaceful doggie slumber.
There is no place that I would rather be.

The Big Dog Store

My husband and I went to an outlet mall today, and ventured into a Big Dog store. If you have not been to one or seen their website and you are a big dog lover, than please check out here their web address.
www.bigdogs.com
We must have been there for an hour, laughing out loud at the great graphic t-shirts. We picked out a few items (OK-more than a few) and as we were checking out, we actually bought some dog toy for our own big dogs.
This is what we picked out for Rocco.

The tag actually said WORLD'S TOUGHEST STUFFED DOG TOY.
Yeah, we thought that was hilarious, too.
We thought it was so amusing that we actually timed how long it took Rocco to destroy this toy.
Today's toy destruction time?
16-minutes until he had a hole chewed in it and all the stuffing pulled out.
The world's toughest dog toy manufacturer has not met Rocco.

My guard dog

When Rocco was a puppy, he would lay on the kitchen floor and watch me while I cooked dinner or did the dishes. He was my little protector, watching my every move.

These days, hanging with me in the kitchen is still a hobby of his, but now its more about napping than guarding.


My guard dog has become a kitchen slacker.
Unless of course a piece of food hits the floor. Then he can't move fast enough.
He does have his priorities, you know.

Napping with Rocco

Rocco LOVES to nap with me. And when he finds a comfortable position on the bed, he lets out the sweetest sigh, like "life is good". It melts my heart.
Unfortunately, Rocco is a bed hog.
More like a bed elephant.
If he even THINKS I am going to bed, he will rush past me to try to stake his claim on the bed. And of course he wants to sleep on MY side of the bed, on top of MY covers, with his head on MY pillow.
So napping with Rocco has become a covert operation.
I have actually become adept at faking a trip to my closet, or feigning a look out the window, or pretending to fold laundry...or any diversionary tactic to distract Rocco from the bedroom. Then I jump into bed and quickly try to find MY comfortable position, before Rocco the Flying Dog leaps over Molly or anything else in his way to get onto the bed.
And if I don't get into bed before Rocco hears me, he will race into the bedroom, and become Rocco the Boneless Dog, jumping onto the bed, then completely collapsing and going limp, unwilling to move even one inch. Then he glares at me, giving me the "what the hell is wrong with you?" look.
Because to him, it's HIS bed. Rocco does not think that he is a dog.
But I guess we don't think he's a dog, either.
He has his own blog, for gosh sakes.

O M G, Part 2

The stove incident was my fault. I had heated up quesadilla's for breakfast, and the pan was still on the stove, with minuscule crumbs still on it.
Minuscule crumbs that my hungry hound found tempting. So when he jumped up to lick the pan, he somehow turned on a burner.
Completely my fault.
For once.

O M G

We spend alot of time trying to "Rocco Proof" the house.
We keep the kitchen garbage on the back porch. We keep things off the counters. We keep our shoes off the floor. We keep the bathroom soap out of reach and the toilet seat down.
We try our best to alleviate temptation in any form.
But we have hit a new level in our Rocco proofing journey.
Tuesday morning, after running a few errands, I walked in the house to hear a "tick...tick...tick" sound.
Hmmmmm, that sounds like the stove? OMG....THAT IS THE STOVE!
Rocco had managed to turn on a burner.
He could have burned himself, or burned the house down. He could have only turned on the gas and blew up our house, or our entire block.
Or he could have put on a saucepan with tomato soup and heated up my lunch.
I am online right now ordering "stove knob kid locks".
For my dog.

School Daze

Today my husband and I decided to surprise my niece by picking her up at school with Rocco and Molly. Her school is just a few blocks from my house, and it was a beautiful day. A walk with the dogs should have been a great idea.
Well, not so much.
We opened the front door and these two mellow dogs turned into race horses, literally dragging us down the street. They were CRAZED, each trying to walk faster than the other. I don't know where they thought we were going, but wherever it was, they were in a hurry to get there.
I was having flashbacks of my 6th grade 50-yard dash.
We actually had to walk them an extra 2-blocks to try to calm them down so they wouldn't scare the school kids.
By the time that my niece bounded out of school and saw us waiting for her, Molly (although tired and lounging on the sidewalk) had drooled so much she was foaming at the mouth. She looked like a crazed, rabid dog. Poor sweet Molly. The kids were terrified of her. And Rocco, although thankfully NOT drooling, scared them by his size alone.
Notice how no one is near us in the picture? They were crossing the street to get AROUND us.
Too funny!

Guess which one is correct....

....regarding the fork on the left.


A) This was an astonishing psychokinetic demonstration.

B) Uri Geller was in my kitchen.

C) Rocco took the fork out of the kitchen sink, licked off whatever food that remained, then proceeded chew the fork into a point.

Ummm, do you really need the correct answer?

Chasing Airplanes

Picture this....(well, you will have to, as I have no photo documentation today).
I just got home, and it's 7:15pm. It's just starting to get dark and I walk outside with Rocco. He immediately gets into his "stalking stance", complete with the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up. I start to think "Oh, no! I hope the possum isn't back!" and go into panic mode. A friendly neighborhood possum had been camping out in our back yard recently, and I was certain that it had found its way back to its summer home in our yard.
And then I noticed the Southwest Airlines plane in the sky. The airport is not far from our house, so we see lots of planes flying by everyday. But THIS plane was low enough and loud enough to invade Rocco's territory. He started to growl, then bark, then jump into the air on his two hind legs, trying to bite it. I had no camera, so you will have to take my word for it, but it was hilarious. My 100-lb protector, trying to fight off a 737, bound for parts, well, south west.
Now if he could just scare the possum off like he did the airplane.....

An open letter to Rocco

Dear Sweet Rocco Taco,
Today you are exactly 1-year and 2-days old. We love you very much, and truly appreciate your need to express yourself.
But here's the thing.
We KNOW you understand that you should not eat out of the garbage. I thought maybe after you consumed the old pizza slathered in Louisiana Hot Sauce you might get this concept, but as usual, your refined palate was unfazed.
We KNOW you understand that you should not chew on the furniture, walls or rugs. Oh wait, we have no more rugs because of you.
We KNOW you understand that you should not chew on Molly's ears, as they are still attached to Molly's head and she finds this distressing.
We KNOW you understand ALL the rules of the house, and we truly think you need to apply these practical applications to your daily life.
Because 1-year and 2-days later, I walked into the living room to discover you had eaten the toilet paper off the roll.
Again.

So my sweet baby Rocco, we just want to let you know, as lovingly as possible, that you need to
GET WITH THE PROGRAM.
With Love-
Your Mom

Happy 1st Birthday Rocco

The Nose Guard

Since football season is OFFICIALLY here (a fact my husband has brought to my attention many times this week) I thought I would post pictures of our own nose guard.
We cannot just pop in a movie, and get comfy on the couch without Rocco getting in our face. He doesn't like us watching TV....he wants us to pay attention to HIM.
Or else he will stare at us.





Get the picture?

The incredible, shrinking flip flops

My favorite flip flops seem to be getting smaller. It's incredible!
Oh wait. It's Rocco.

The Rocco Diet

Is there a link between food cravings and nutritional requirements? Because if there is, Rocco’s diet is seriously lacking 100% Olefin quality loop pile carpet.
Because, yes, he chewed up another rug.
Rebecca, it’s your fault. She sent me an email from Alabama, with her tough as nails southern charm, gently suggesting that MAYBE Rocco tore up the feather bed because the floor was too hard for his delicate horse-like body.
So I fell for it, again.
Yesterday I went to The Family Dollar Store (where nothing is REALLY one dollar) and bought a $20 5 x 7 rug for Rocco to sleep on.


For some reason, I snapped a picture of it as I went to bed last night.
Isn’t it just, well, pristine?


At 2am my husband went to bed and locked Rocco in the kitchen with his brand spanking new, pure and unsullied carpet.
THREE HOURS LATER, I had just woken up and was getting into the shower when I looked into the kitchen and noticed THE FACE.


Then I noticed the new rug.


I guess the positive is when he does destroy something, he TRULY destroys it.
Our boy Rocco gave 100% to the 100% Olefin carpet.
Thanks, Rebecca.
You owe me $20.

Welcome home Timmy!

Rocco would like to give a big Cubs "woo woo" (oops, he means "woof woof")to his favorite cousin, Timmy.
Welcome home Tim, and GO CUBBIES!

'Cause that's how Rocco rolls

These are the toys that I just gathered from the kitchen floor. Believe me when I say that there are massive quantities of dog toys throughout our house.


Even with all his toys, this happens to be Rocco's favorite thing to chew, destroy, eat, unravel or just carry around in his mouth.....


He actually chewed off and destroyed the roller from our toilet paper holder (providing him easier TP access) so now we must keep our toilet paper rolls on the window sill. Behind a curtain. Out of his view.
Because if he locates a roll of toilet paper, I will walk into the living room to find this.....


Because that's how Rocco rolls.
I mean unrolls.

Sharing the sunrise today

When I was outside with Rocco and Molly this morning I noticed the beautiful sunrise. I drive past this lake every morning on my way to work. It was so beautiful today that I had to stop and take a picture of it with my camera phone.
Enjoy!

My helper

I made a Tastefully Simple Almond Pound cake last night. (For the record, its delicious).


As I was putting the bowl into the sink, I turned around and this is what I saw....


Rocco is like MasterCard. He's everywhere you are.
Still trying to figure of how he got the mix on his head......

Dog Day Afternoon

Rocco and Molly LOVE the same dirty, chewed up Frisbee. They fight over it everyday.


Here is Rocco and Molly playing with it this afternoon.


Okay, I know his head is missing but I could not get his entire body in the whole shot. Plus this picture is just plain silly.


When my husband walked into the house, Molly grabbed the Frisbee and followed him, thus separating poor Rocco from his beloved toy.


But all is well, and Rocco was able to enjoy an afternoon nap.
Don't you wish your days were easy as Rocco's?

Guilty face?

The criminal.


The scene of the crime.




The evidence.


Case closed.