Rocky has been unadopted. He's not a bad dog, and it wasn't a bad family. They just weren't right for each other.
Confession: I cried when he left. Yes in the past I have been sad, and may have even shed a tear or two. But this is the first time I actually cried. Rocky lived with me for 175 days. No matter how much you know a dog is only a foster and try to keep your distance, it's impossible not to fall in love after 175 days. Plus, Rocky was such a love bug on his own, it didn't help at all. I loved that little bugger. I am happy to announce that he did find a wonderful dad, who visited him multiple times prior to today, so Rocky really had a chance to get to know him. I even hear Rocky gave him a kiss when they got home! How's that for a change from the Rocky I first met several months ago! Anyway, I wish them both the best of luck and all the happiness in the world!
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