Let me introduce myself. My name is Rocket. I am a dog. I am a Shepherd Mix. You can see me on my own web page: Rocket

I was born into a litter of nine. A man from Animal Control found us outside, alone. He took us back to a place that had lots of other animals. Some nice lady kept us until we were old enough to go to our brand new home by ourselves. That’s when my trouble first started.

Some mean lady took me home, but didn’t know anything about having a dog in her home. So I was outside all the time, with flies biting at me. I wasn’t taken care of and I was super skinny and I had fly bites on my ear that got infected. It was really, really bad. So for the second time in my short life, I was rescued again.

The nice doctors at the shelter said that I was such a sweet dog, that they would do everything they could to fatten me up, fix my ears, and find me a good home instead of the rotten one I was in.

I have been rescued again by my forever family. My mom thinks that I am mixed with one of those primitive dogs, either the Carolina Dog, or even the Dingo. It isn’t really that important to me, but she thinks it’s fun to try and figure out what I’m mixed with.

I am really happy now in my new home with my family. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have bad memories of my life before. I still have some issues that I would like to tell you about if you would care to listen. Maybe what I have to say will help other dogs like me and other dog guardians like my human family.

Housebreaking Problems – Boy, Am I Embarrassed!

I don’t usually talk about this, but everyone has accidents sometimes, right? At least that’s what Mom says. I used to urinate in the house a lot when I first came to live with my new family. My mom said it was because I always lived outside, I never learned to not go in the house.

I don’t do it as much anymore but every once in a while, when my family goes somewhere, like to my human siblings Little League game, they find a little puddle on the floor when they come home. They don’t yell at me or anything, so that’s pretty cool. I am embarrassed about it, though. I guess I get upset and I start to worry that my human family isn’t coming back and we’ll be in this house alone forever. I know it’s silly, but it’s just another bad habit I’m trying to break.