Unraveling Rocky’s Story
Determined to figure out what Rocky has been signaling, I set aside every evening after work. It’s become a routine—just me, my notepad, and Rocky tugging me down memory lanes only he knows.
The mysteries clinging to his fur demand answers. Each night we piece together whispers from the neighborhood, sketching out a past Rocky seems desperate to share.
“Where’ve you been, bud?” I’d ask, but all I get is an eager wag.