Rocco
I'll just shut my eyes a sec...keep talking..
As my car pulls up the driveway, I can nearly feel the thump of Rocco’s feet hitting the floor, making his way quickly to the back door to greet me. Although annoying, his jumps of joy intensify as I place my iPad on the kitchen island, impatiently awaiting my hand on his head and his greeting received. He grabs a toy and aggressively thrashes it from side to side, growling all the while. “Mommy’s Home! It’s my FavOOOrite time of the day!” At least that’s what I think he thinks.
Rocco is like a college boy gone wild! He is absolutely insane one minute and passed out on the couch the next. He loves both Kenny and me; however, I am definitely his favorite. Rocco will taunt Kenny, as he wants 100% of my attention.
Here’s the thing, Rocco listens…at least when he wants to, and he’s a pretty smart fella (yep, I’m partial). He knows so many words and questions that we feel as if he understands conversations. Honestly, he’s like a four-legged human.
Rocco is a fashionista, or whatever a sharp-dressed Yorkie is supposed to be referred to as. He absolutely loves his sweaters, coats, and just clothing in general. Honestly, if I pick him up a sweater at TJ Maxx, he goes crazier than a teenager in an Apple Store. He leaps on the sofa and turns around, front paws up in the air, and his snout snoozing his nose through whatever funny-looking sweater grabbed my fancy that day.
Rocco is absolutely precious and stole our hearts from the start, no matter what my husband may say. There are so many things I love about Rocco. His cuddles and his kisses, his craziness, or perhaps it’s just everything about him and how he is such an amazing part of our little family, and he completes us.