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Update
well the update is a happy one! 
, my dad gave me good news today, he told me that he had some money he had saved up for emergencies we may have, and he wants me to make appointments with different trainers and get Rocko and Zasha evaluated so we can discuss with them our worries and whats happend, and see how much it would cost to train them and have them become happy, stable dogs!.. if we have the money to train them than that means they can stay here with us!, i’m so happy now but I also don’t want to get my hopes up, I know it’s going to be a lot of money, I just hope we have enough… if it’s meant to be than I guess we will lol :)....and I’ve noticed how close of a bond Rocko and I have, I’ve been sad and depressed about him leaving, and I haven’t really gone outside to play with him like I used to, and today my mom told me that she’s noticed that rocko hasn’t been himself lately, that he’s moping around and looks sad, so I went outside and she was right he looked really sad, and when I fed him tonight he didn’t even touch his food which is weird because he loves his food especially when I give him turkey but he didn’t eat tonight, so i’m going to try acting happy to see if he gets better, I hated seeing him like that today 
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Oh and my aunt is going to adopt the puppy he’s going to have a blast at my aunts house, she has 11 year old triplet boys that love him!, so he won’t ever get bored over there lol. But i’m staying with him for a month until she moves into her new house.
To all my great pals
Rocko’s mom~ I’m very upset and crying as I write this but Rocko is going to be re-homed really soon, I knew about his dog aggressiveness for a while now, and i tried to help him myself but after what happend 2 days ago I know i’m not capable of helping with his behavior, he will need professional help and I don’t have the money to pay for training so he’s going to be re-homed with a trainer. Hopefully Zasha will join him too, once I can convince my dad that she can’t continue living here with us. She’s more aggressive than rocko, and has attacked mutsy 3 times and almost killed her the last time, I live in fear and of course so does mutsy, they have to be constantly separated which is very stressing, but my dads really stubborn and refuses to give up zasha, my mom and I are trying to convince him everyday that it’s not safe for anyone that she stays.
2 days ago, Rocko and Zasha attacked and killed a stray dog on our front lawn, they somehow opened our gate and bolted out when they saw the dog on the lawn, I was inside, but my dad was in the yard and heard the fighting and ran outside to see what was happening when he looks he sees both rocko and zasha attacking the stray and when he screamed at them they ran back inside, he called me out and we immediately rushed the dog to the vet, but by the time we got there, it was too late the dog had died.
I know it’s not there fault, it’s our fault for not properly socializing them and not correcting the behavior when they first started with the aggression. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep since that afternoon, and I also can’t see them the same way as I did before, and it makes me really sad to say it, but it’s true, they don’t seem like the same dogs to me.
I know the only choice I have is to re-home them with someone who can control them and train them to be happy stable dogs. Were going on monday so that the trainer evaluates rocko and decides if he wants him or not, I have seen how this trainer trains his dogs at the facility, and most of his dogs go to work for the police, and other organizations or people who are looking for personal protection dogs, so I know he will be fine once he gets used to the place. and he will be happy working instead of being stuck in our yard all day. Also my family and everyone and all the dogs who live around us will be a lot safer than if we continue to own rocko and zasha.
We will miss all our great pals here, and we will let you all know if the trainer decides to keep Rocko… remember you will all be truly missed 
Ending on a not so sad note: 1 day before rocko and zasha attacked the dog, this little puppy walked up to me when I was getting the mail, he looks like a dobie mix, and around 3-4 months old my mom let me keep him inside until we can find him a good home… he’s a real sweetheart and loves everyone and everything.. mutsy loves him and he loves her, they play all the time, and it makes me happy to see mutsy playing like a puppy again. It’s been a very sad couple of days for me, but he really has been helping me feel better 
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My old Girl
Mutsy’s birthday is coming up… I still can’t believe how long it’s been since I had my little mutt girl. I got Mutsy for my 8th birthday, I wasn’t really supposed to get a dog that year. heres the story of how I got her: On my 6th birthday my aunt adopted a dog from the pound for me as my birthday gift, they were going to put her to sleep because she was old so my aunt adopted her for me, she was a cocker Spaniel mix and Extremely old but I was so excited just to have a dog lol, so we took her home and 2-3 days later I was playing with her in the yard and for some reason (because I can’t remember) she attacked me. She bit my face, and since I was so small when she did this my mom looked (because she heard me scream) and she saw my whole face in the dog’s mouth. My mom asked my aunt to take her back to the pound, I felt really bad after that because I felt as though it was my fault that she attacked me, I might have touched her where it hurt and thats why she bit me, but my mom told me she couldn’t stay and that I was to young to understand. After this instead of me being traumatized of dogs, my mom was the one that would tell me I couldn’t have a dog and she was shocked that I still wanted one after what happend to me. Since I didn’t stop bothering my mom about the whole dog idea she told my dad that for my 8th birthday to take me to the pound and let me look at the dogs, and pretend as though we were really going to adopt a puppy but the whole point was to not come home with a dog. That day we went and I looked at the pups, all the puppy’s I liked were already adopted and I was losing hope on getting a dog that day, before leaving my dad told me that we could wait outside and maybe someone will come in with a dog they didn’t want. We sat and about 15 minutes later I see a man walking up to the pound with at least 5 little puppies, I told my dad and you should have seen the surprised look on his face when he saw all those puppies, he asked the man if he was going to turn the puppies into the pound, he told us yes and asked me if I wanted one, I looked at my dad (and him being a dog person) he told me I could pick one out. I looked at all of them and picked the only one with a spotted eye. I was so happy we took her home and I know my mom couldn’t believe that I had actually come home with a puppy, but I did and I told her right away that she was never leaving my house no matter what. And 10 years later my old girl is still here healthy and happy as ever.
“She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. She is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being; by the way she rests against my leg; by the way she thumps her tail at my smallest smile; by the way she shows shes hurt when I leave without taking her. (I think it makes her sick with worry when she is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, she is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, she ignores it. When I succeed, she brags. Without her, I am only another woman. With her, I am all-powerful. She is loyalty itself. She has taught me the meaning of devotion. With her, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. She has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts. Her presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. She has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need her. And I expect I will – as I always have. She is just my dog.”-Gene Hill
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