This is Rocky, he along with his sister were tossed out by our house when they were just a few weeks old. That was in 1997. I took this picture of Rocky as I came back up the steps from a early morning outing trying to get pics of the Sun coming up over Rough River here in Kentucky where my husband and I live. As soon as Rocky would see me with my camera he knew we were going for a walk, and away we would go. From the back of our house there 78 steps down to where our boat dock is. This morning I had slipped out without Rocky seeing me but he must have heard me coming back up the steps, because there he was waiting for me on this clear, crisp Fall morning. Rocky passed away a few years ago, his sister Rachel, still misses him, as do my husband and I. He was such a sweet big old boy.