Rocky Has A Son

 

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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