Hi all - I am stealing Rocky's blog for one post to mention that his Rocky star from last week, Lucy, returned home this morning. Details can be found at http://lostlucydc.blogspot.com/. Lucy returned home ONE MONTH from the day she escaped. Perhaps Rocky and Lucy are soul mates? :)
Rocky's Dad
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Loud Noises, Cold Stuff, and A Real "Rocky Star"
I'm scared of loud noises. I know a lot of dogs probably understand this but it has become apparent to me that some of the people Daddy talks too regularly don't. He is always being asked why I am so scared of loud noises. First, let me say that I understand things would be better for me if I wasn't afraid of loud noises. I wouldn't have had to spend all of Sunday evening hiding in the bathroom from what Daddy called "Wind". I wouldn't have taken off looking for a bathroom to hide in on January 3rd if it wasn't for a noise that Daddy's friend called "ridiculously unnecessary car honking". As a dog, I don't understand 1) the need, 2) the source, and 3) the cause of any of these noises. They all seem wholly unneccessary. Kind of like that thing people do that Daddy refers to as "talking". In general, I think you people bark and woof way too much as it is - especially into those little devices that everyone seems to play with all the time. I can't figure out the purpose of these things Dad calls "cell phones" other then helping me figure out when someone is coming over soon.
Back to loud noises. At the dog park, Dad makes a loud noise when he wants to get my attention. So this noise doesn't scare me, cause I know:
1) The Need - Daddy needs me!
2) The Source - Daddy!
3) The Cause - Clapping his hands together!
This was not true for Sunday night, as the only thing I could figure was:
1) The Need - To be Scary?
2) The Source - Something that is less likely to harm me if I hid in the bathroom?
3) The Cause - Wind! (only cause Daddy told me)
And regarding January 3rd:
1) The Need - To be Scary?
2) The Source - A ridiculously unneccessary car honking!
3) The Cause - To tell me that I should go find Daddy cause he might need me?
If you can't figure out the guidelines of the exercise above, anything that ends with a "?" is my best guess on what the noise what about. Taking this into consideration, wouldn't you be afraid of these noises?
Although Sunday night was very frightening, I was greeted on Monday morning with this cold stuff on the ground that made my paws all wet. It was like dirt, but white. And colder. And Slippier. This "Cold Stuff" was so much fun to run back and forth in. I'm not sure how Daddy was able to get all this white stuff for me to play in, but I was very grateful. And it was nice of him to provide that for me to make up for the scary "Wind" the night before.
As I pointed out in my last blog, I have no concept of time. I've heard a lot of people say that the 36 days I was gone must have been torture for me and for my Dad. If that's true, then this dog Astro and his Dad must have really struggled for the 9 years they were apart: http://www.theleafchronicle.com/article/20090225/COLUMNISTS35/902250322
I mentioned last time that someone said that 1 year to a person is 7 years to a dog. Which means that 9 years to Astro's Dad was 7 years 9 times over to Astro! (Like I said, dogs aren't good at math) That just sounds like a lot! Now that's what I call a "Rocky Star"! We don't know where or who Astro was with for 9 years, but he certainly had to deal with a lot of loud noises during that time that he managed to survive. It's dogs like that make me think maybe I'll be brave and not hide in the bathroom next time I'm faced with "Wind". Instead, maybe I'll hide in Daddy's closet.
Off to wait for Daddy to pick me up!
Rocky The Munn
Back to loud noises. At the dog park, Dad makes a loud noise when he wants to get my attention. So this noise doesn't scare me, cause I know:
1) The Need - Daddy needs me!
2) The Source - Daddy!
3) The Cause - Clapping his hands together!
This was not true for Sunday night, as the only thing I could figure was:
1) The Need - To be Scary?
2) The Source - Something that is less likely to harm me if I hid in the bathroom?
3) The Cause - Wind! (only cause Daddy told me)
And regarding January 3rd:
1) The Need - To be Scary?
2) The Source - A ridiculously unneccessary car honking!
3) The Cause - To tell me that I should go find Daddy cause he might need me?
If you can't figure out the guidelines of the exercise above, anything that ends with a "?" is my best guess on what the noise what about. Taking this into consideration, wouldn't you be afraid of these noises?
Although Sunday night was very frightening, I was greeted on Monday morning with this cold stuff on the ground that made my paws all wet. It was like dirt, but white. And colder. And Slippier. This "Cold Stuff" was so much fun to run back and forth in. I'm not sure how Daddy was able to get all this white stuff for me to play in, but I was very grateful. And it was nice of him to provide that for me to make up for the scary "Wind" the night before.
As I pointed out in my last blog, I have no concept of time. I've heard a lot of people say that the 36 days I was gone must have been torture for me and for my Dad. If that's true, then this dog Astro and his Dad must have really struggled for the 9 years they were apart: http://www.theleafchronicle.com/article/20090225/COLUMNISTS35/902250322
I mentioned last time that someone said that 1 year to a person is 7 years to a dog. Which means that 9 years to Astro's Dad was 7 years 9 times over to Astro! (Like I said, dogs aren't good at math) That just sounds like a lot! Now that's what I call a "Rocky Star"! We don't know where or who Astro was with for 9 years, but he certainly had to deal with a lot of loud noises during that time that he managed to survive. It's dogs like that make me think maybe I'll be brave and not hide in the bathroom next time I'm faced with "Wind". Instead, maybe I'll hide in Daddy's closet.
Off to wait for Daddy to pick me up!
Rocky The Munn
Friday, February 27, 2009
Rocky Dog's Rocky Blog Rules and the Obamas
As a dog, I have very little concept of time. I heard Daddy once say that 1 year to a person is 7 years to a dog. Which means if I was gone for 36 days, it was.... well, dogs aren't good at math. So really, I have no concept of how long that really is. So when Daddy mentioned I should have somewhat of a posting schedule for the blog, I asked "Should I post whenever I pee? Whenever I eat?" These are the sort of things I do routinely. Daddy thought that might be too much, so we decided I will post whenever Daddy sends me to day care. As a result, expect new posts from me on Tuesdays and Fridays.
Also as a dog, I tend to be territorial. Daddy explained to me that this is a public blog, meaning that other people might come try and pee on it, even though I already peed here first (side note: I don't understand why Daddy was upset with me when I peed on the blog. He told me I could have it. People are so weird sometimes). My only request is that you be respectful to me with your peeing and I in turn will allow you to mark my territory in the comments section. You certainly can mail me your pee to rockydab@yahoo.com - please feel free to send questions, things you want to know about me, or potential "Rocky Stars" and I'll include them in the blog.
Finally, I would like to give a woof-out to the Obamas for agreeing to rescue the next First Dog: http://www.coloradoan.com/article/20090226/LIFESTYLE/90225050/1024
As a rescue myself, I commend the Obamas for choosing to forego an elitist, breeded dog and rescuing one in need. I'm not really into politics, but Daddy is, so I'm not really sure what importance the Obamas have. Daddy says they make decisions. Well, if this is the type of decisions they make, they are very good decision makers. So I guess that's good news. As for the dog, well he or she certainly will have a big lawn to find fun stuff to sniff! I wonder if there is cheese in that big white house.
Daddy also told me that I was gone for the Obamas arrival into Washington DC (he called it an "In dog U Nation" or something, which sounds fascinating if it really involved a nation of dogs). He mentioned that a lot of people descended into the DC area that week. Once he told me that, I realized that was also right about the time that I decided to high tail it out of the Falls Church/Arlington area and find someplace quieter. Huge messes of people scare me. So while Daddy might have thought it was random that I ended up where I did, it seems logical to me. I just headed in the opposite direction that the huge mess of people were heading. And see, you thought my running path was random. Anyway, I'll have more tidbits like this in the weeks to come.
Ok, break time at daycare is over. Time to go sniff something!
Rocky The Munn
Also as a dog, I tend to be territorial. Daddy explained to me that this is a public blog, meaning that other people might come try and pee on it, even though I already peed here first (side note: I don't understand why Daddy was upset with me when I peed on the blog. He told me I could have it. People are so weird sometimes). My only request is that you be respectful to me with your peeing and I in turn will allow you to mark my territory in the comments section. You certainly can mail me your pee to rockydab@yahoo.com - please feel free to send questions, things you want to know about me, or potential "Rocky Stars" and I'll include them in the blog.
Finally, I would like to give a woof-out to the Obamas for agreeing to rescue the next First Dog: http://www.coloradoan.com/article/20090226/LIFESTYLE/90225050/1024
As a rescue myself, I commend the Obamas for choosing to forego an elitist, breeded dog and rescuing one in need. I'm not really into politics, but Daddy is, so I'm not really sure what importance the Obamas have. Daddy says they make decisions. Well, if this is the type of decisions they make, they are very good decision makers. So I guess that's good news. As for the dog, well he or she certainly will have a big lawn to find fun stuff to sniff! I wonder if there is cheese in that big white house.
Daddy also told me that I was gone for the Obamas arrival into Washington DC (he called it an "In dog U Nation" or something, which sounds fascinating if it really involved a nation of dogs). He mentioned that a lot of people descended into the DC area that week. Once he told me that, I realized that was also right about the time that I decided to high tail it out of the Falls Church/Arlington area and find someplace quieter. Huge messes of people scare me. So while Daddy might have thought it was random that I ended up where I did, it seems logical to me. I just headed in the opposite direction that the huge mess of people were heading. And see, you thought my running path was random. Anyway, I'll have more tidbits like this in the weeks to come.
Ok, break time at daycare is over. Time to go sniff something!
Rocky The Munn
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A Farewell... and a New Beginning!
Hi all -
Well, it's been an interesting 53 days. I've experienced some of the lowest lows and highest highs I'll probably ever experience during that time. It's been quite a ride. And now I think it's time for me to get off the ride.... before I do, however, I want to thank everyone out there who sent me their support for the first 36 days and their heartfelt congratulations over the last 17. My ability to remain positive over those first few weeks were in part thanks to the overwhelming support I received from the people who have frequented this blog. It brought me to tears on more then one occasion to receive willing helping hands and helping words from those who have never met Rocky nor myself. And to know the amount of people that were praying and keeping their eyes out for Rocky... well, I'm not sure what people (or even I) believe in when it comes to a higher power. But whomever out there is watching out for the good souls certainly heard your voices and made sure my Rocky stayed out of harms way during that time. The purpose of starting this blog was for me to help spread the word about Rocky and bring him home safely. That purpose having been fulfilled - it's time for me, Rocky's Dad, to bid adieu from this blog. Farewell - I have nothing but love for you all.
That being said, I have discussed this blog with Rocky. Although unaware of the support from the readers of the blog while he was a "Munn on the Run", he has quickly learned about that support through the welcome GALA and the good wishes he has received during that time. He was severely disappointed when I informed him of my decision to leave the blog and has offered his services to keep the blog running at least for the time being (he's a dog - so he doesn't make long term promises. You never know where there's going to be a better spot to sniff.) So I have decided to turn this blog over to Rocky himself (which makes sense since the author of all the blog posts is listed as him anyway). Over the next few weeks, months, years, or whatever he decides, Rocky will give his own musings on his time on the run, on life with a crazy owner, advice for other dogs out there, and other thoughts that only a Munn could have. Also, periodically he will profile "Rocky Stars" - other dogs that may need your help because they are lost or need new homes. And so without further adieu, I will now turn things over to Rocky.
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WOOF! Ok, that's better. Hard to type with paws instead of hands. I suggest you all glue your fingers together and see how you do in front of a keyboard before you judge me. First off, I want to point everyone to the sighting map Daddy put together for me on the right side of the page. Interesting work - but he makes it seem as if I had no rhyme or reason for what I was doing with that mishmash of different colors that go back and forth. Believe you me, I did. Over the next few weeks I will attempt to explain my thoughts and actions over those long, cold 36 days.
Also, a lot of people have asked why Daddy calls me "The Munn". The answer is... I really have no idea. The man has come up with more nicknames for me that make no sense then blocks of cheese I have stolen from the fridge. He claims it's cause he used to call me "Stockyman". Which eventually became "Stockomunn" when he decided I was Irish and not quite a man (hence, a Munn). Which eventually became "The Munn" I guess when he decided I wasn't Irish anymore (I'm not sure if I'm allowed to be Australian again at this point). So there you have it. He also calls me "Stupid" occassionally. To which my only reply is "who's the one who picks up the other's poop, Dad?". Right. I'm the Stupid One.
I'm looking forward to taking over the blog from Daddy now that I'm finally home. It'll give me something to do during the day while Daddy is at work. But I do hope to keep the original purpose of this blog alive by helping other dogs in need. With that in mind, I want to wish upon my first "Rocky Star", Lucy an Australian Shepherd lost around Rock Creek Park in Washington, DC. Lucy's blog can be visited here: http://www.lostlucy.com/Home. Please help Lucy in any way you can.
And with that, it's time for me to go pee on something. Feel free to write to me at rockydab@yahoo.com about any questions you might have for me that I can answer here, nominations for "Rocky Stars", or about anything else you might want to say. Awroo!
Rocky The Munn
Well, it's been an interesting 53 days. I've experienced some of the lowest lows and highest highs I'll probably ever experience during that time. It's been quite a ride. And now I think it's time for me to get off the ride.... before I do, however, I want to thank everyone out there who sent me their support for the first 36 days and their heartfelt congratulations over the last 17. My ability to remain positive over those first few weeks were in part thanks to the overwhelming support I received from the people who have frequented this blog. It brought me to tears on more then one occasion to receive willing helping hands and helping words from those who have never met Rocky nor myself. And to know the amount of people that were praying and keeping their eyes out for Rocky... well, I'm not sure what people (or even I) believe in when it comes to a higher power. But whomever out there is watching out for the good souls certainly heard your voices and made sure my Rocky stayed out of harms way during that time. The purpose of starting this blog was for me to help spread the word about Rocky and bring him home safely. That purpose having been fulfilled - it's time for me, Rocky's Dad, to bid adieu from this blog. Farewell - I have nothing but love for you all.
That being said, I have discussed this blog with Rocky. Although unaware of the support from the readers of the blog while he was a "Munn on the Run", he has quickly learned about that support through the welcome GALA and the good wishes he has received during that time. He was severely disappointed when I informed him of my decision to leave the blog and has offered his services to keep the blog running at least for the time being (he's a dog - so he doesn't make long term promises. You never know where there's going to be a better spot to sniff.) So I have decided to turn this blog over to Rocky himself (which makes sense since the author of all the blog posts is listed as him anyway). Over the next few weeks, months, years, or whatever he decides, Rocky will give his own musings on his time on the run, on life with a crazy owner, advice for other dogs out there, and other thoughts that only a Munn could have. Also, periodically he will profile "Rocky Stars" - other dogs that may need your help because they are lost or need new homes. And so without further adieu, I will now turn things over to Rocky.
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WOOF! Ok, that's better. Hard to type with paws instead of hands. I suggest you all glue your fingers together and see how you do in front of a keyboard before you judge me. First off, I want to point everyone to the sighting map Daddy put together for me on the right side of the page. Interesting work - but he makes it seem as if I had no rhyme or reason for what I was doing with that mishmash of different colors that go back and forth. Believe you me, I did. Over the next few weeks I will attempt to explain my thoughts and actions over those long, cold 36 days.
Also, a lot of people have asked why Daddy calls me "The Munn". The answer is... I really have no idea. The man has come up with more nicknames for me that make no sense then blocks of cheese I have stolen from the fridge. He claims it's cause he used to call me "Stockyman". Which eventually became "Stockomunn" when he decided I was Irish and not quite a man (hence, a Munn). Which eventually became "The Munn" I guess when he decided I wasn't Irish anymore (I'm not sure if I'm allowed to be Australian again at this point). So there you have it. He also calls me "Stupid" occassionally. To which my only reply is "who's the one who picks up the other's poop, Dad?". Right. I'm the Stupid One.
I'm looking forward to taking over the blog from Daddy now that I'm finally home. It'll give me something to do during the day while Daddy is at work. But I do hope to keep the original purpose of this blog alive by helping other dogs in need. With that in mind, I want to wish upon my first "Rocky Star", Lucy an Australian Shepherd lost around Rock Creek Park in Washington, DC. Lucy's blog can be visited here: http://www.lostlucy.com/Home. Please help Lucy in any way you can.
And with that, it's time for me to go pee on something. Feel free to write to me at rockydab@yahoo.com about any questions you might have for me that I can answer here, nominations for "Rocky Stars", or about anything else you might want to say. Awroo!
Rocky The Munn
Monday, February 23, 2009
Rocky Map Updated and Blog Future
So - I sat down with our map expert, Jen Norris, yesterday and we put our heads together and tried to make our best guess at Rocky's full route from January 3rd to February 8. At this point, it was very clear which potential Rocky sightings were false and which ones weren't - so we deleted all those that we not him and then connected dots using the places and dates of the other sightings. What we ended up with was quite a funny set of lines of Rocky going back forth between the two Falls Church Metros for awhile until he finally decided to head off towards Annandale for his final pick up location. Of course, we had to make some assumptions on where he crossed over 50 and how he may have gotten around Lake Barcroft, but I think what we ended up with is probably a pretty good guess on how he travelled. You can see the final map here: http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&oe=UTF8&msa=0&msid=114974815979925284183.00045fd8e936d2b5e374b&ll=38.883684,-77.127113&spn=0.07924,0.181961&z=13 or use the map link on the right hand side of this page. Jen added in some great commentary on what our thoughts are on Rocky's route and why we made certain assumptions about his travel behavior. Click on the lines to read them!
Also, within the next couple days, I'll be figuring out what I want to do with this blog ongoing. I have received some thoughts and ideas for uses although part of me thinks it might be better just to shut it down entirely. I'm not sure if anyone is still clicking here or plans too ongoing. I'm very happy Rocky is home and I've been overwhelmed by the support he's received through this blog. If you have continued to check it and would like to see it continue, please comment below on what sort of content you would like to see (or write Rocky an email to rockydab@yahoo.com).
Also, within the next couple days, I'll be figuring out what I want to do with this blog ongoing. I have received some thoughts and ideas for uses although part of me thinks it might be better just to shut it down entirely. I'm not sure if anyone is still clicking here or plans too ongoing. I'm very happy Rocky is home and I've been overwhelmed by the support he's received through this blog. If you have continued to check it and would like to see it continue, please comment below on what sort of content you would like to see (or write Rocky an email to rockydab@yahoo.com).
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Rocky in the Washington Post!
So the Munn's article appeared in the Washington Post!! http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/02/18/AR2009021800035.html
For anyone coming to this blog for the first time today, there are other missing dogs out there that can use your help. Please do what you can to help Lucy: http://www.lostlucy.com/Home
Also anyone looking for a dog of their own to adopt, Romeo is a real sweety: http://www.adoptromeo.blogspot.com/
Romeo will be at an adoption event at:
Wylie Wagg
Sat Feb 21, 12-2pm
7505 Leesburg PikeFalls Church, VA
(703) 748-0022
Rocky will be stopping by to lend his support!!
For anyone coming to this blog for the first time today, there are other missing dogs out there that can use your help. Please do what you can to help Lucy: http://www.lostlucy.com/Home
Also anyone looking for a dog of their own to adopt, Romeo is a real sweety: http://www.adoptromeo.blogspot.com/
Romeo will be at an adoption event at:
Wylie Wagg
Sat Feb 21, 12-2pm
7505 Leesburg PikeFalls Church, VA
(703) 748-0022
Rocky will be stopping by to lend his support!!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
More pics from the GALA
Now that's what I call a Lost and Found!
Many dogs in all shapes and sizes came to see Rocky.
Rocky was at times overwhelmed. But he always kept himself near the center of attention!
"I would just like to thank - all the volunteers who believed in me... when the going got tough - the Rock got going."
OK - you have my attention. You must be holding cheese.
Hey - you know it was a little girl just like you who helped me get home! (Unfortunately, Maddie was unable to attend)
Close up of the one blemish Rocky came home with - the scratch on his snout.
Rocky meets Elliott from the ET movie.
What's up Dog?
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