ROCKY HAS A SON
by
Anthonystjoseph
Rocky is
just home from the dog park and is holding in some exciting news that he has
yet to tell his owner Brad.
“So what’s
going on Rocky? You seem to be a little
excited since we left the dog park.”
“Well grab your
biscuits and toss your triscuits, ROCKY’S going to be a DADDY!”
“What?”
“That’s
right POODLE! My pure bred Rottweiler
Lady friend told me she’s going to have my babies! And guess what!?! She said I could have the first boy
born! Oh yeah! Rocky’s going to have a Lil’ Rocky around the
house.”
Rocky starts
jumping around and singing his favorite new favorite song that he wrote in his
head at the park when his lady dog told him the good news.
“Grab your
biscuits, toss your triscuits. Grab your
biscuits, toss your triscuits.”
“Whoa, calm
down dude. I didn’t say we could have
another dog.”
Rocky immediately
stops dancing and looks at Brad as if he has lost his mind. After a second, Brad can’t help it and breaks
a big smile and starts laughing.
“I’m just
messing with you Rocky. Of course ‘Lil’
Rocky’ can come live with us.”
“Yeah, keep
on, you almost ‘messed’ yourself into
a bowl of Poodle Soup!”
Rocky goes
back to dancing and singing.
“Grab your
biscuits, toss your triscuits. Grab your
biscuits, toss your triscuits. I’m going
to run outside and tell RED!”
Rocky runs
through his doggy door and outside into the back yard to tell his friend Red,
the dog next door, that he’s going to be a daddy and Lil’ Rocky is coming to
live with them. Red is a very old dog
who sometimes gets a kick out of pulling Rocky’s leg but they are good back
yard friends and keep up on all the dog park man gossip.
“Red, Red,
RED! Where are you Red!?!”
“I’m right
here man, chill out.”
“Rocky’s
gonna be a DADDY dude!”
“Oh yeah.”
“What’s
wrong with you man.”
“Nothing’s
wrong with me man.”
“Aren’t you
happy for me!?!”
“Thrilled.”
“Grab your
biscuits, toss your triscuits. Grab your
biscuits, toss your triscuits.”
All of a
sudden, Rocky remembers his Near Death Experience and the fact that he has a great-great-great-great-grandfather
who’s a Standard Poodle and stops dancing with a panicked look on his face.
“OH NO! I hope Lil’ Rocky doesn’t have any poodle
blood or coming out acting like a poodle or something.”
Red gets an
inquisitive look on his face smelling some good dog park gossip.
“What do you
mean? Why would he have Poodle blood or
act like a Poodle?”
Rocky tries
to recover from his slip of the tongue and at the same time still worrying.
“Oh
nothing. I was just thinking that I hope
he didn’t ACT like a poodle. You know
what I mean man.”
“Sure I do.”
“Well Red,
I’m going to go inside for dinner… Good
catching up with you. Talk to you later
Red.”
Rocky goes
into the house completely worried about Grandpa Jedidiah’s poodle genes rearing
their ugly heads in his son. When Rocky
walks in the house his excitement is totally deflated and he’s barely singing
his song about biscuits and triscuits.
“Grab your
biscuits and toss your triscuits, Rocky’s having a baby something.”
Rocky’s
owner notices something has seriously changed in Rocky’s demeanor.
“What’s
wrong Rocky? What did Red say? Did Lady Rottweiler cheat on you or
something? I know how Red keeps up on all
the old dog park gossip.”
“I was thinking Brad.
When I was telling Red about Lil’ Rocky, all of a sudden I realized that
Lil’ Rocky might have some poodle genes come out of the blue and disgrace old
Rocky at the dog park.”
Brad laughs out loud.
“HA! Rocky please;
didn’t you say that Jedidiah was your great-great-great-great-grandfather.”
“Yeah.”
“Well then you’re safe Rocky.
The poodle genes were so long ago that even a genetic test would have a
hard time telling they were in there.”
“You sure Brad?”
“I’m sure Rocky.”
“You know what Brad?”
“What Rocky.”
“I love you dude.”
“I know Rocky. I
know.”
By
Anthonystjoseph
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