Hello there, I mean WOOF! If you think you like cowboys with six-shooters, then well, I’m basically the doggie version. The name’s Rocky and I’m way cooler than the boxer who is my namesake. I’ve been gracing India with my full glory for about 20 months. Despite my awesomeness, I haven’t had much luck finding a home here, but I hear great things about life in the States. So instead of wasting any more time chasing my tail, I’m chasing the American dream!
I’m leash-trained, house-trained, fully vaccinated, already neutered, and really cool with (most) dogs and (most) people. I’m a bit of an extrovert and I like to play like I’m still a young and pesky pup. Currently, I’m learning to sit in a crate, because apparently that’s the only way I’m getting in as a legal immigrant. Ha ha!
Let’s see… I enjoy jumping fences, but I’m not too fond of cars., and staying alone for long periods is just annoying. Why would anyone want to do that? If you do intend to leave me alone, I hope you’re not too attached to your slippers… or socks… or furniture… or ahem, even the walls…
For someone who’s so young in body and heart, I’ve seen a lot. Up until last fall, I lived at a construction site with a man I absolutely adored, and even thought of as “Dad.” I’d get into trouble every now and then (minor scrapes like a young guy should), but one day, some construction debris fell, and I felt a terrible pain in my leg. I could barely move. I whined for help, but Dad didn’t seem to think it was serious.
I’m lucky someone else did. A guy who regularly walked by the work site with his dog (boy oh boy, did I have a crush on her!), saw me curled up in pain the day of my accident. He stopped to speak with my dad, pointing at me, but Dad just shook his head, and the man went away. I stayed in terrible pain for days, and could barely eat or sleep. About a week later, the man returned, and I heard him shouting at Dad and calling out to me. I couldn’t move. Although I had nicknamed the man Grumpy, due to his usual facial expression, I learned he really cared, and was looking out for me. He had a car, and told Dad to get in and bring me with him.
Grumpy rushed us to the hospital where I saw lots of other doggies who were injured or unwell. I was scared, and my terror grew when Dad tried to tie me to a corner. The vet hospital must have scared Dad too, because he ran away! Sadly, I never saw him again. But Grumpy stayed by my side and tried to soothe me. I received care there for about a week, and began feeling much better. Plus, they gave me a nice chew toy, called an e-collar, right around my own neck, and it doesn’t get more convenient than that!
Since then, I’ve been staying in a place where there are 15-20 other dogs, and Grumpy checks in on me from time to time. I’m fed well and I have a place to sleep, but I’m not happy. I really, really wish I had a home and a person of my own! With my eyes on that sweet prize, I’ll be flying to Chicago to ISDF, who’ve promised to find me my dream home. Grumpy tells me tales of chew toys, long walks and romps in the park, and loads of love, so I’m hoping for the best! See you soon!
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Desi (day-see) dogs live on the city and village streets of India, with an estimated 400,000 in the capital Delhi, alone. Also called Indian Native Dogs or Pariah Dogs, these dogs have changed little over thousands of years. Desi dogs are highly intelligent, alert, good-looking, athletic, and full of character. Many urban Desi dogs have recent European breed ancestry too, along with sighthound sleekness and speed.
Delhi, India’s extreme weather (cold winters, sweltering summers, thick smog, and monsoons), dangerous traffic, disease, human violence, and attacks from other dogs, ensure that most desi puppies die before reaching adulthood. While most street dogs experience indifference at best, some neighbors and business owners look after their community dogs; however, very few Indians would think of adopting one. It’s a great irony that increasing numbers of status-conscious Indians are buying expensive and ill-suited foreign breed dogs, while more resilient and regal-looking native Indian dogs often have to travel internationally to find willing adoptive homes. Most of the desi dogs that ISDF places could not survive on Indian streets due to early orphaning or injury, or have been rescued from especially threatening situations.
If you are interested in adopting ROCKY, please contact Dawn Trimmel at info@istreetdog.com. You can also find our adoption application here.