Tale of Two Rockys

I put in MAJOR play time yesterday. First with Rocky and then with Rocky. Ha! That's confusing, huh?


My first play pal is my newest friend Rocky the Shih Tzu. He is almost 3 years old and all fuzzy.
After a shaky start (I hid behind Mommy 2's feet . .  no wait . . . don't get me wrong! Her feet are NOT that big . . . really, I just thought I was hidden. . . I really was not) we warmed up to each other and started dialogue -ing.

NOODLES: Hi, I'm a PUG are you?
ROCKY: Uh-uh.
NOODLES: You stink!
ROCKY: uh-uh.
NOODLES: I can run faster that you.
ROCKY: Uh-uh.
NOODLES: I'm WAY cuter than you.
ROCKY: Uh-uh.

Then the real fun began. I chased him around the coffee table around-around-around until you couldn't tell who was leading and who was following. It was too fun. Eventually I had to leave but not before we were both collapsed on the kitchen floor, panting.
I look forward to many more special play dates with Rocky the Shih Tzu.

The second play pal is my OLD (3 month old) friend Rocky Raccoon. He is also fuzzy and almost the same color as Rocky the Shih Tzu. We play for hours and hours every day. He is my BFF (Best Furry Friend). We sometimes dialogue when no on else is home. It goes like this -

NOODLES: I love you Rocky Raccoon.
ROCKY: Squeak!
NOODLES: What happens if I toss you in the air?
ROCKY: Squeak!
NOODLES: I am ready for a nap, how about you?
ROCKY: Squeak.

Hmmm. It seems the Rockys in my life are Rockys of few words.