Rocket Dog!

Hi All,

I wanted to tell you about a very special dog, aptly called Rocket Dog! He is a Lurcher belonging to one of mummy's oldest friends WB (Wide Boy).

I first met Rocket through the window of the car, mummy took him for walk for WB as he is on crutches for a minor but painful knee injury. I was so angry that I wasn't allowed to go with her, I barked continuously for 20 minutes making my throat sore in the process! When the 'traitor' returned, she spent a further 20minutes in the house with him. I could see them through the glass of the front door, Rocket was 'whizzing' up and down the hall on three legs doing 360's in the lounge then bounding back out to jump up at the front door ( I am positive it was just so he could go 'na na ner na na!' through the glass) Admittedly it was amusing and I stifled a giggle so Mouse wouldn't know I was secretly smirking. How such a large animal can move so quickly in such limited space is really quite incredible, I guess his name really is appropriate "Rocket Dog" by name and by nature!

This is Rocket Dog in action...'3 wheel peddling' down the hall in top gear!
Blurred because he was in 'top speed!'

Rocket is a Lurcher with some 'Pit Bull' which is probably where his desire to fight with every other canine on the planet comes from! Really he is a big softy and in my opinion, an overgrown Jack Russell on long legs! His face is long and slender to match his long slender body finished by and even longer thinner whip of a tail which he casually carries curling upwards. The best feature about Rocket is his feet, he has huge bulbous pads with long claws on the end of his toes which are attached to large bent knuckles, his fat pads spread as he walks which I find fascinating. The next best feature is his beautiful puppy-like face, it is almost all white apart from a small pale brown patch above his right eye. Rocket's eyes which when open are full of mischief but if he was honest, are generally closed 23 hours out his lazy ass day (that's lurcher's for you!). The rest of his body is completely covered in very soft, very short white hair which seems to migrate everywhere, WB commented that much of this is either on the carpet or in the hoover!

Speaking of the hoover, not satisfied that his coat leaves a calling card wherever it lands, Rocket has a really bad habbit of making 'biscuit' mess on the lounge floor too. At regular intervals, he will go to the kitchen to collect a mouthful of biscuits, then return to the lounge (as he would hate to miss anything) to eat them. Like a squirrel, he fills his cheeks from his bowl, ejects them on the carpet to eat them one by one, leaving coloured crumbs in small patches everywhere he can get away with. WB, is now resorting to a cleaner to help clear up while his knee recovers, he is not impressed, having made a couple of comments referring to the hoover and the dog and where he'd like to stick parts of it, half smirking at his beloved Rocket,  he turns a blind eye and redirects his attention to the Easter Truffles mummy and Chris have bought him. Rocket, noticing the chocolate distraction continues to eat his biscuits right next to the redundant crutches and now fully employed walking stick. (That's brave if you ask me!) then has the audacity to beg for chocolate. That really is taking the piss, WB realises this too and tells Rocket (in a finely selected barrage of obscenities) to kindly return to his basket like the well behaved and not slightly cosseted Lurcher that he is! Rocket obliges for all of thirty seconds!

To add insult to injury, we were back at the home of the 'long dog' again at the weekend. Mummy and Chris had more work to do on the house in Shropshire so we were packed once again, this time for one night. On our return, mummy called in to see WB again and to walk Rocket. WB is off his crutches now, but is not able to walk very well, he certainly can't go walking loony lurcher's, that's mummy's job. This time as mummy and Rocket left the house, I decided to play it cool and just gave them 'evils' through the back window of the car, harboring a secret desire to go with them and play 'the Rocket' game up and down the hall cheered on by the humans. Maybe next time we will be allowed to play together? WB would love for Rocket to have some friends but sadly due to his record of ABH, this is unlikely.

"Rocket Dog" Copyright © Kirsty Brooks