ROCCO AND THE huh?

Rocco the wonder dog was stretched out on the living room rug chewing on an already chewed on bone that he unearthed from the basket of previously chewed bones and bits of torn apart toys, that is a mainstay of his life. Rocco lives to chew and puts such single minded intensity to it that I swear a bomb under his backside wouldn't interrupt him. Perhaps not a bomb but we have this big mother of a self watering thing for the animals that we bought at wal mart and only fill half way because if you fill it all the way, it starts to sprout algae before the animals empty it. Well there's rooco chewing away when for no reason the self waterer starts glugging and Rocco being Rocco had to get up and check it out. There her stood peering at it , nose nearly in the water. First he tilted his head to the right but that wasn't the right position and then to the left because, hey, maybe he can hear better that way and then when that didnt't help he did his long lazy stretch on the kitchen floor, eyes never leaving the waterer and there he sat till it stopped glugging. Then he got up and now he is staring at me as if he knows I am writing about him. After all he was only doing his job. It IS HIS DUTy to investigate everything and heaven help us all if someone dares to slam a car door, or even thinks about stepping out into their yard without notifying him first. And trucks...how dare they come up his street and A) steal the trash B) take oldest son away to his job and or 3) Dare to deliver packages to anyone but he. Oh and for the plane now flying over the house... that only gets growls. I used to call Rocco the mayor but am now thinking maybe he ought to run for president. I wonder if they's put a doggie door in the white house front door and would I have to get him an oval basket of prechewed bones and torn apart toys to fit the oval office?