Leader wanted a(determined!) and my sister 

wanted a (hound!), a (terrier!) or a (high energy!) but they got

THE ROCKSTER

( a determined, high energy, hound terrier).

Story: My brother brought me home. He text my family saying that he was getting a "salchicha"(wiener) dog to let them know if they were ok with getting me home so it wasn't that much of a surprise. Leader of course wasn't too happy with the quick decison. He bought me all my puppy essentials in the first day. By the time I came home, I was so and wanted to . Anyway, he chose me because I was tugging at his pants. He saw it as a puppy thing but my leader thought I was showing dominance. I got over that once my puppy days were over and because my leader said so. I came at the perfect time because Mama at the time was having problems with her health and went into a depression. Doctors fixed her health but nobody made her laugh more than me. She just loves me and she says that I am so lucky because so many girls around me. I love girls!

I stick like glue to my dad. He didn't want a dog at first so it took time for him to like me but I worked my and he

me! I'm his right hand and his partner.

Let Me Re-Introduce Myself: "What a Dog. Everybody loves Rocky": I am proud with a tail and chest. I am alert with my ears and eyes. Curious with my nose (scent hound), and a "cabezon" (hot-head) with a passion (terrier). My fav collars are two leader-hand made, studded collars, one in black and one in red, with two military dog tags.I can follow my pack without anyone holding the other end of the leash. I've even had a 3 year old cousin walk me in her backyard and following. Kids love me and think I am a puppy. I can work a room full of people. I'll even sit on your lap if want my warmth. If you are not a dog lover, I'll make sure you won't leave without rubbing on the "little buddha Rocky". Dogs can't stop playing with me. All the kids in the neighborhood know my name. I have the energy but I can also be a lazy son-of-a-dog. I got a dog bed but I love to sleep in a real dog bed with a pillow in my head and a blanket over me. Don't worry, I usually like to cover myself with my nose. I'll have staring contests with you and you know you can't resist me! I LOVE my walks, walking beside you and can even run by your side too. I got a big dog's bark but I won't bite ya, my weakness you can say.Well, if you REALLY test me, I WILL crush your bones. I got a big chest, big paws, and little legs but I am sure buff and can punch you out, like Balboa. I haven't had a health problem since I've arrived, healthiest mutt you'll ever meet. I chase after anything with wings, little animals, and that cat. I do like sneaking that gallon of milk or that gallon of coke and destroying that bottle cap. All right, I won't if you tell me to. I chew raw bones and eat my raw food. I am not food aggressive, and can share my food under leader's orders, and even without her. I've had little hands grab my food but I don't bite them. I'll even let them feed me. I draw the line on the bone though! My idea of a bath is rolling around in mudd and rolling around in grass, where the dead worms lie. I can sure give a chase, am a a proud member or the "Former Escape Artist", and I won't even go past the door without permission. I don't know squat of commands like sit, stay, come and all those dog training words, but I sure know lots of Spanish words that I've picked up without anyone teaching them to me. My favorite are "Vamonos" (let's go), "Que es eso?" (what's that?) "Abuela" (grandma), "Vamonos pa arriba" (let's go up upstairs), "Papa", "Mama",and my brother, sister, and leader's name. I don't know tricks (tricks are for kids!) but I sure know how to push the window down in the car so I can have the wind in my face. So what if I'm neutered, I got a girl named Olivia that loves me anyway. If anyone tries to put their paw and their bite on my girl Olivia, Pancho, or Panchita, you'll hear from the Rockster.  I can sure feel the testostorone and love to sit on Papa's lap. I am Papa's right hand and and am man's best friend. I like to hang with the guys but love the ladies. "L.L. Cool R".  I am your guard dog all through the night and when you are away (won't even blink an eye), but once I punch out of work, don't disturb me when I am sleeping. Dremel my nails, bite my lip, pull my ears all you want, and I will if you squeeze my paw. Rub my belly and my chest, that's the spot. I'l defend the "underdog" at the dog park nor do I "fence fight". I will tell the enemy stand with chest first, but will use my energy rather than my bite to defeat the enemy and bring peace. Call me mutt, call me dog, call me animal, but I am Rocky all the way.

 

"Terrier and Hound: Dangerous Combination!":

I have a really extreme pray drive. I am part terrier, hot-headed to the , and part scent , with a really strong. I know the word  "Pajaro" (), which no one taught me, but eventually picked it up. One time Olivia and I kept going outside and then go back to their usual self. That little bit of change made leader think something was going on outside. There was a baby  dead outside. Leader doesn't know if I killed it or not or that if fell from its nest. Leader didn't see a nest but there were always many  outside and they even managed to get inside our home too. I am not saying anything and keep it a secret. I tried getting near a but the responded back with a so it only went as far as a long stare. Before, when I went to the park, I used to go after the but now I usually just stare at calmly. There's not much excitement from the . I have killed many , and any little living thing with , and have been stung by a twice. Good thing I am don't have a bad reaction to . I have killed so many that I even had to be dewormed from tapeworms. I have even gotten a hold of a stray but leader took the from me before I could get my paws around the.The is now in a safe home. Right now I want to get the neighbor's that likes to tease me at night. I recognizes him by his collar and the fact that I know that every night the appears and and I even know where that  lives. The  likes to come visit leader becasue likes leader. Our cousins that we usually visit in holidays have 2 long time pet and I like to go after them but I can't because they have this huge cage. Ironically, I don't like eating raw or anything that is part . I like going after those but because I only sees them in the walks, I usually don't pay attention to the . I do know where they hide. I have seen a dead  but this time I didn't do it!

TheNight : I think the cat deserves to be told. First off, like I said, I do have a prey drive due to my terrier side. At first, I loved chasing after fleas, catching them and killing them. I still do but then I saw the "Pajaros" (birds). By the way, I do understand the word "Pajaro" because I would hear leader and mom say it when I was going after them. They actually would come inside my home! I caught up and just learned it, just like my other spanish words. Then, they went away because mom got new shading outside. Oh, did I tell you about the bees? Well, I like chasing after bees and butterflies too. I have been stung by bees twice! I just had ice put on me. Now, let me tell you of the CAT. The cat likes to come at night on the backyard and tease me. That's right, tease me! The cat actually looks at me and stares at me. I know exactly at what time the cat comes around AND I also know because I hear it's little collar bell too. I have found where the cat lives. Yep, the cat likes to stare at us when we are walking outside and pass by it's home.

My energy level: medium to high energy. Before Olivia, oh that serious Olivia, I used to be  at a really high energy level, which was notgood.

I took this test and yep, I am legendary:

Wow, your dog is Will Smith!

Will Smith

Leading Man

A fresh prince in the pursuit of happiness, Rocky is megastar Will Smith!

Putting the jazz back in jazzy, Rocky is always moving and grooving to the beat of his own internal drum. Not one to settle for second best, Rocky only takes on projects that are sure to draw attention and improve his pawpularity in the pack. Rocky's broad appeal across breed, age and gender lines means that his actions often lead to his being named best in show. Smooth, suave and debonair... he's the perfect pet to take home to Mommy. Not lacking in the looks department, Rocky‘s toothy grin would send even the most furrocious group of alien invaders spinning helplessly back into space.

 

 

My right to life. My right to bark. My right to be dog. I am Mother Nature's animal. Dog's don't got nationalities. We have the right to roam and live in this world just like everyone else.

(No, no, guys, I am not being taken to the shelter.) Support your local shelter and give an animal their right to life and give them their barking license.

Leader wanted a

and my sister wanted a ,

a , or a

but got THE OLIVIA.

My Appearance: All right, I'll woman up and say it, I'll show you my own beauty. I got a bit of my Chi head. I got weird looking ears and "spots" (pigmented) in my tongue. I got big eyebrow markings that are bigger than my eyes. Speaking about my eyes, If I wear a muzzle, you can't even tell I have eyes! I got a couple of moles on my face. I got a bit of a bald spot on each side of m head because of my Chi head. I bearly have any hair at all (baldnesss is beautiful) and my bottom part of my body starting from my neck to my tail is mostly bald. I had mange when I was little that is still growing. The vet helped a bit but raw meat did a way better job as it is boosting my immune system. I have a little piece of tan hair on the side of my one ear that looks like I have a flea/tick under there. I don't by the way. I got a small, thinn tail. I had so many health issues during my first year including allergies (ashy red skin), which is now smooth thanks to raw meat and baby shampoo. My nails can grow so long and thick that I have to have them Dremeled. My legs are so long that when I was little, my paws were are big as Rocky's. My legs grew so long that when I was a pup, I climbed a big wall on my own. My legs are so long that I hardly even have a chest. My LEGS ARE SO LONG, that when I lay down, my back legs touch to my nose and ears! Call me Olive Oyl if you will. Even she had the boys turning their heads.

Me as Animal: I am very sensitive to energy. I only follow calm-assertive energy. I will pick at you if you have negative energy. I can't really tolerate excited/aggression energy nor teasing. I will discipline that energy until they are calm. My great students were Rocky and Pancho, and they were really out of control. Panchita is fine, I guess because she's a girl! I just love having my peace. For survival, we have to keep a good energy. My energy level is low. Because I eat raw meat/ raw bones, I am now at a medium energy level. I usually tend to watch other dogs play in the pack or Rocky play with my leader and check that everything is under control. I don't tolerate Rocky playing rough with my leader. I take it as he is hurting her so I let him know it's not okay to that to leader. Leader usually tells me that she will handle it. That's why I am called Leader's Right Hand.

Me as Dog: I was the Alpha of my litter. My sister was the submissive one and my brother was active submissive. When Rocky and I first met at my dog mom's house, we were scared of him because he was huge! Ok, we were really small. Rocky finds a way to turn on the charm. Within the first 5 seconds of our second meeting at my new home, I striked him because he was not allowed to smell the leader. Who ever is smelled needs to surrender and be submissive. Also, I didn't want a mate to breed. I refused and even to this day, despite the fact I am spayed. Dogs who are not neutered want to mate with me but it ain't happening bro. Well, of course the relationship has changed and I cannot be away from Rocky. We protect each other. We come in two and we are the "twins".

Me as Breed: Mom is a Chihuahua and dad is a black and tan Dobie (yes, that's right and don't ask how).

(It's possible, this one is a Sharpei and Dachshund mix! Pretty obvious considering the wrinkles an the short legs and long body.)

I don't care much about the breed because that is just the outfit of the dog in me. I've been called Rat Terrier, Min Pin, and Toy Manchester Terrier. Despite that, for sure people know I got Chihuahua so they know I am a mutt without even asking my breeds. Above it all, to my leader is all the same because I am "dog and animal before breed and personality". When people ask, they say I am a proud mutt. That's all they need to know. Anyway, I got my mom's eyebrow markings. Because my original owner, a college kid,  didn't spay mom I was born. The pack took me in but they said they were not making me have pups. I was born in Riverside, CA. and I was part of a litter of three. All of us in the litter were black and tan. My sister inherited more of mom and my brother and me inherited more of dad. We all had the same eyebrow markings. I don't have a lot of pictures of when I was a pup. This is my first day with the pack!

THIS ONE IS THE MOST SIMILAR TO MY SISTER. She looked more like a Rottie beause she was much more chubby than me! My brother looked like me. We both had the same diamond eyebrow markings.

My Personality:  I am very serious and discipline with my eyes. I will admit, people do fear staring at my eyes. I am constantly called "Maria Felix", a Mexican actress known as La Doña. She was known for her eyebrows. "Her beauty and flamboyant personality propelled her to international stardom and icon status..", which the pack thinks I know how to carry very well.

I am very affectionate and always ask permission to give kisses and wet willies! I'll even ask permisson to sleep with you and to go outside to release myself. Every morning Rocky looks for me to give me my kisses and we lick each other and then we go outside to sunbathe for a bit until our leader gets ready for our morning walk. I am always ready to have my leash put on me every morning and sit down calmly for it. I get my leash first because of it. I love when my family sings. How do they do that? I never played when I was a puppy (even though the pack tried) so I am just starting to play and boy did I missed out! I My leader says I have a beautiful play because I don't like rough playing, always release when she tells me to, and sit down or stay calm for her to throw the toy around again. I like to carry my stuffed toys around but I don't destroy them. I am not a destructive type dog either and again, I rarely play. I am a sleepy head and I only like to sleep with my leader because she knows my best comfort. I love belly rubs (meaning I am voluntarily submissive to my family by showing mpy belly). I am not ashamed to admit my wrongs (like when I go potty where I'm not allowed...sorry mom). I have a great eye sight and hearing. Rocky does the smelling. I understand when I am not allowed to eat taple scraps (begging reasons, because leader wants me eating raw instead and because cooked meat somehow doesn't sit well with me) but rather my own food. I will respect your boundaries if you know how to ask for it. I also like to be ignore in our first meeting, no but's. It's a must and if you break that, the much longer we have to work on our relationship. I don't like when someone gets my paws or have them handled. Because my leader uses a Dremel for my nails, my leader has to work with me more than Rocky and Panchita. I don't like treats so she uses her energy. Oh, and most of all, I love my dad. I'm his little girl and his Muneca (doll)! My leader says that dad's energy attracts dogs to love him. Even Pancho loved him.

My Health: I've had health problems since I was a puppy because of improper breeding. I guess it might also be because Dobermanns are known to have many health problems. My leader never gave up on me. My mom said to my leader that she was afraid I wasn't going to live a long life. My leader believes in quality rather than quantity but if there's a way to add quantity, that's even better. I refused to eat kibble so I decided to go on a hunger strike. I was also allergic to cook meat and grains so again, hunger strike. My leader decided to just feed me raw food and raw bones (have you seen how clean those wolves' teeth are!) and my health has been much better and so has my energy. I have also lost the 2 pounds I gained while eating "fast food" kibble. I don't have ashy skin anymore thanks to the baby shampoo.

Rehab: I'll be honest with you, I am a "Red Zone" dog. Dog Trainers won't do it and haven't been any help. I need an instictual leader. I've had issues even before I entered the home but I am trying to get better. I'm no "quick fix" so it will take time. I am very sensitive to energy so many things can set me off. I get along great with the whole entire family (uncles, aunts, cousins, grandmas, ect.) My leader is working with me with the rest of the world. Once a new dog pack member enters, it will take a whole day with them so I can accept them in. Dogs don't trust me becaue I am hard at first, but spending a whole day or even half a day with me, they see I only going by the rules. If a new pack member has to come in, I make a pack not to fight with them. Leader takes me on walks with the pack in the morning and then her and I have a one-on-one walk on the second walk (Panchita and Rocky have a seperate one too). She says that although I am a lazy dog(oh, nobody beats me at sleep), I do have a lot of energy too. In the second walk we usually run first and then walk. She says the best walk has been with me! She's going to record me later so I can show you guys how awesome I walk. Everyone likes to stare at me when we walk though. Rocky and Panchita can't really run because Panchita has a bit trouble breathing because of her short snout and Rocky because of his little legs.

I don't actually live with Rocky and Olivia but they are my second home. They're my cousins because our packs our cousins. Their leader is also my leader so that makes me part of their pack. We hang out together and are there to discipline me when a pup needs too. That's cool, they are great at it. On weekends I usually hang with them and sleep over! My boys are being taught by her.  They trust her so much that they made her my caretaker and leader too. My youngest boy always said, "Every boy needs his dog."

He practically begged mom to get me. She did and here I am. He

picked me because he wanted a boy and Olivia to be the only girl. Boys can be more fun if I do say so myself. Girls, they can be such ladies. I was brought home on "Cinco De Mayo" so grandma picked my name, "Pancho". About my breed, I was told I was Chichuahua/Dachshund mix but my leader may think I may be a Rat Terrier and Chihuahua mix. My ears are fully erect now. I may grow up to be as tall as Olivia. And she's tall!

My energy level: high energy of course. I'm a puppy still! Olivia is second in comand on discipline and Rocky third because they know better as older dogs. Rocky is more a big teddy bear. He'll let me pull his ears and lick his mouth. I love chasing his tail!

UPDATE from my leader: He was such a great dog. He loved everybody and everything. Always to see his family and wanting to always follow you around. He was an awesome addition to the pack. His teacher Olivia had just graduated him from puppy classes because she felt he was ready. She would actually start playing with him. He was always full of life. So much energy to give that infact, Olivia has now started to be more energetic. I guess a piece of the "Pancholin" rubbed onto her. Rocky lost a great playmate and partner. Rocky is so full of energy too that he was happy to meet another boy who knew how to be boys. He was the "Swee'Pea" to Olive Oyl and Popeye. Pancho had the most beautiful face. He had those "Puss In Boots" eyes and his ears were bigger than his face but always alert. He had the cutest underbite too! He died of a deadly virus unfortunately that hits hard during the summer here and his body couldn't fight it, but he was always a strong fighter to us. He was soo young but his energy was greater than anything. He died in the comfort of the home and his ashes would be with his family because he still part of the pack.

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The Walk:

A good walk builds a bond with your pack, establishes leadership, focus and balance, mental and physical workout, social behavior, and is the best affection a dog can get. Most of all, a good walk gets rid of 60% of issues and the rest, with constinous work, is a ripple effect that it is easier for the rest of the issues to get rid of.

Dogs=walk=pack=balance.

The Dog Lover:

"If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience."-Woodrow Wilson

The Pack Leader:

"When the effective leader is finished with his work, the people say it happened naturally." -Lao Tse

Let me update my story, again.

Stray: I was wondering the streets of Southern California searching for a hand to feed me or at least for some affection. I kept going up to some humans but they said no. Everyone would "sho" me away. Then, there was this nice old lady Rocky and Olivia call "Abuela" (grandma). She was looking at me and said to herself, "Look, that dog looks like Panchito". I came to the front steps and greeted her. I didn't leave because I liked her warmth. Pancho's family opened their home to me. I was not wearing any ID or a chip. They gave me food and water.

To find another pack, again: The pack that took me really did want me but unfortunately, they are not allowed pets. Also, since their Papa, who is not part of that pack anyway, said I could not stay due to his duty to the pack financially, didn't want to provide for another mouth. I now live with Rocky and Olivia and am fortunate to have their Papa as mine now, who loves dogs. My old pack's youngest member cries for me a lot but leader assures the youngter that it is all right, Panchita is not going anywhere. We still keep in contact as they are Rocky and Olivia's cousins. I have it made here so I am happy with this pack too.

My original pack: The search still continues but it seems that there might not have been one at all. No one has looked for me, even at the shelter. Maybe, because I am an escape artist and they got tired of me trying to always find me. The pack says that around here, when people don't want their dogs anymore, they let them runaway without ID or take them to the shelter. Little is done to rehome or to take to the rescues/organizations. The pack points out my other life with that other pack as this. I do get REALLY scared at angy, or aggressive humans. Even a shout sets me hidng. I might have been punished, not discipline, for my wrongs. The reason I might not bark much is because my other pack might have done some serious punishment if  I did. Leader says that it is not low-self esteem issues because I am a proud dog like Rocky but rather that a human made me scared, with their punishments. I might have been an outside dog only. Leader doesn't like packs seperated like that.

Personality: I LOVE FOLLOWING LEADER AROUND! I am very calm and don't bark at strangers. I don't bark at noises outside and rarely in general. I usually look to leader scared to make sure she's not going to hit me. She assures me that she's not but she's afraid that the humans in my original pack did hit me if I barked. She doesn't want me to fear for not barking and fear her because she loves me. The pack has heard me bark but now they know the reason why the original pack might have punished me, I have a very loud pitched bark. They might have gotten anoyed and angry. Hate to break it to the humans but it's not my fault my bark is this loud. Anyway, I listen pretty well when I do something wrong according to leader. I love to follow people around. I love dogs too kids. I used to sleep on the floor but now I love couches and beds! I also wasn't potty trained but I only go out back. All the kids in the neighborhood know me and also in grandma's house. In grandma's they sometimes confuse me with Pancho but they tell them that I am not him but Panchita. They obviously know Rocky and Olivia.

Rocky and Olivia first meeting: Let me tell you about Rocky and Olivia. When I first saw them, I WAS SCARED! I don't think I've ever seen a dog in my life. I didn't know how to respond. Olivia saw me first and she automatically thought I was Pancho, she says. She wagged at me and was so happy to see me but then she smelled and realized I was no Pancho. I was a girl. She still loved me anyway because she gets along great with the girls and made her peace right away. Rocky on the other hand, saw me and chased after me! He also thought I was Pancho. He says that Pancho and him always used to chase after each other and play tag and wrestle. You know, like boys and terriers do. Then he also realized I was a girl and not Pancho so he decided to be a gentleman. Rocky is such a proud dog and because I was so scared, he let me know it was all right. He was not here to dominate.

Rocky and Olivia now:

Olivia is serious and such a doll. She knows how to play gentle and I love following her around. I am so fascinated about her. I love to look for her when she is asleep under the covers but she doesn't like to be disturbed when she is resting so she tells me so. When she does want to play, she likes to tease me and let's me more fascinated by her! Rocky, what a dog! I play a bit rough so Rocky and I mostly play, while Olivia like a Alpha-born, likes to watch over us and see if leader needs to step in or if leader needs help from her right hand. Oh, that Olivia. At first, I was a bit scared of Olivia because she's Alpha-born but she assured me she liked me. Rocky, he's such a handsome dog! Everybody loves Rocky.

Mexico's dogs:

Our first dogs were a couple of Mexico's dogs. I don't really recall them because I was a little kid at the time and the rest of the pack is not so good with breeds.

My sister pointed out once at the dog park a dog that looked exactly like the one we had. It was a Samoyed. My sister said the other one was a Chihuahua, very aggressive little dog.

The other one was a pitt bull mix. White with brown spots.

Then we had another one that by the looks of a photo, looked a lot like a Rhodesian Ridgeback. That was dad's right hand. It once jumped out of the car and never returned. Dad had found it weird because the dog new the streets very well. Someone had caught it and chained him up outside. One day when my dad was working, the dog smelled my dad's scent and broke out of its chained and jumped back into the car. I know, sounds like something from the movies but it's true.

My brother had a dog that died when he was a kid and it was to be his right hand dog. The dog always walked my brother to school and back to school. One day my brother went inside the classroom and mom and the dog always walked back home together. Well, the dog one day reacted and didn't see my brother that it took off and got hit by a car. My brother of course saw it all when he came out to see what was happened. The dog died right there and my brother cried so hard that he didn't want another dog ever again.

Our first dog since then has been Rocky who my brother brought home. Rocky is now a proud member of the Former Escape Artist. Then came the little aggressive Chihuahua, Olivia. Also, the other Chi, Panchita, white with brown spots.

Our USA dogs:

Rocky: What a dog that's all I got to say. Every one in the entire family loves Rocky. I'm afraid they love him too much! When we get for family reunions, they expect Rocky to be there and so does he. He's a crowd please so of course they love him.

Panchita: She's a babe. She listens pretty good. She gets along with everyone.She follows me a lot.

Pancho: He had energy. Every time anyone thinks of him, we smile because his energy was what we remember most.

Olivia: "The World's Worst Dog." She's terrible, horrible, the worst, but she'my heart! People ask we why do I bother with her? Because she fascinates me! She's the type of dog that teaches you things. You need to change a lot of your behavior to change The Olivia.  She was aggressive before she came with us, just bearly 2 months old. She's serious, loud, fast, anti-species, and a  "red-zone" dog. Sure she's the "World's Worst Dog", in fact, one the choice names for her was going to be Marley (as in Bob Marley), but ironically, she's callled like that just like Marley (as in Marley and Me). Yet, with all her bad, she is cabable of being good. Yeah, we could have settled for a easy dog but I wouldn't have learned anything about what it means to be a leader.