Rocky’s Old Adventures
Intrigued, I pressed Paul for more. “What do you mean he wandered?” I asked, curiosity piqued. Paul shrugged, recalling, “The little guy kept sneaking out, heading to familiar spots, didn’t seem to settle.” Rocky’s eyes followed ours during the conversation, tail wagging lightly.
It looks like my furry friend had a whole life I knew nothing about. The shelter stay suddenly seemed to harbor more stories than I had realized.