Rockerisms

Here are some things you might not know about my brother, Rockers.

He was really big, and really gentle and really sweet.  OK...you probably did know that.  He was also afraid of his own shadow and wouldn't walk past something that was not normally on his walk - for instance, a road cone.

He wants to come in from outside but needs for the person holding the door open to get completely out of his path.

Wouldn't it be great if we were brave enough to walk past Zambo?  On the other hand, we can just stand here and wait.  We know she will go to the kitchen at 8PM as that's when she gets her treat of canned cat food.  It's about 10AM now, so that should be doable.  Apparently, Meg's kitty didn't get the memo advising cats need to fear dogs.

Rockers was really well behaved and almost never did anything wrong (wuss!  I live to get into trouble!).  Well, almost never!  And, he lets them get photographic evidence!

They were Shortbread Cookies for the SPCA Christmas Bake Sale.  He felt it prudent to sample them.

Was that wrong?

He could run like the wind.

And jump up high!

He could single pawedly get breakfast for all of us with one bark!

Just try and deny him, Janet!

He couldn't frolic on his back like I can.

The sectional was pretty much his domain once it arrived in our house.

This is his Really. Important. Doggie. Sit.  Otherwise known as "oh, you're home!"

He would wiggle the door knob with his nose to let you know he wanted to go outside.  And, if the
door was just slightly ajar, he could open it up with his nose.

We liked to sleep together.

For years, every time Janet had a bath, he would leave wherever he was and come and lay outside the bathroom door, always on the left hand side.

He loved babies and small children.

This is the life....complete adulation!

He loved Headless Janet!

 And he loved Phil.

Watching this F1 racing is "da bomb", buddy!

Janet says they are going to frame a nice photo of Rockers with his paw print.