The worst dog in the South Bay
The latest misadveture of my dog:
This is going to be hard to explain because it's mostly a visual thing, but I took the stupid dog to the illegal top secret dog beach a few days ago.
It's a good beach because you have to walk down a really hard path to get there and it's surrounded by really steep cliffs -- like nearly 90 degree drops. You know, your typicall seaside cliff situation.
So I get Rocket down there and as usual, he ignores the water and runs straight for the bushes (that's where he got stung in the nose by the cactus needles) A few minutes go by and I don't hear or see him. I look around and finally I hear the tinkling of his collar.
I looked up and saw my idiot dog climbing straight up the cliff! He looked like a goat.
I called and yelled and screamed at him to get down this minute, but of course, he ignored me.
Higher and higher he went until finally, he reached the top, which is probably, what 60 feet at least?
Well, what do I do now, I wondered. Do I stand here like an idiot or go looking for him? It will take me 20 minutes to get to where I last saw him and by that time, he'd be long gone.
And then he reappeared. He decided to come back down the way he came. But it was too steep for him to walk, so he slid all the way down on his stomach.
It looked like he was body surfing.
I was so mad at him. No more walks off leash for him for a LONG TIME.
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Daily Breeze reporter Donna Littlejohn has shared her homes with a succession of wonderful, funny, and occasionally difficult canines -- Muffin, Fritz, Ellie, Mercy, Pilgrim and now Cowboy, an Australian shepherd-border collie, and Tess, a border collie. From strong-willed terriers to weirdly obsessed Australian shepherds, they've invaded her world with boundless energy, wet noses, muddy paws and soggy tennis balls. But they've really brought so much more than that -- like laughter and joy, some unexpected life lessons, and more than a few tears along the way.
E-mail Donna at donna.littlejohn@dailybreeze.com.
Josh Grossberg grew up with the usual array of animals: goldfish, dogs, hamsters, parakeets and turtles. He now owns the loudest dog in the South Bay(Video: Rocket the Dog) and is the least popular person on his block. He spends his free time in dog parks, pet shops and always has an extra plastic bag in his pocket just in case. He also has a cat.
E-mail Josh at josh.grossberg@dailybreeze.com.
What a "nasty" baby you have! What a character! I love the picture you used of Rocket too. Sliding down the hill on his stomach. The visual made me laugh out loud! I have a feeling Rocket runs the show (as well he should). Dogs rule!
Terri
Torrance CA
Yes, he's a character all right. He makes me laugh too. If he were better behaved, life would be boring.
I don't know if you'll find this amusing or not, but when I got Rocket at the shelter last year, his name was Terry.
No offense, but there's no way I'd have a dog named Terry!
Ohhh I feel your pain Josh! Indi did the same exact thing when we first got her. She was scared of the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks. She ran up so fast giving us a huge scare. Jon ran after her and fortunately she came back when he called her once he made it up the cliff. Now she totally loves running in the water at the other beach...the one with less rocks!
It seems like Rocket keeps you on your toes, can you imagine life without him? I would say so unadventurous and ordinary!!!