Thu 18 Nov 2004
This is Rocky. Note the relative position of his pen to my bike’s daily parking spot. Rocky didn’t like me at first, and it took a while for him to accept me, but he finally did. I brought him cookies each morning until he stopped trying to tear through the fence and eat me. Now he still salivates when he sees me, but for a different reason.
I’m still not sure if we’re friends, though. A couple days ago I parked my bike next to his pen, like usual, but I noticed the pen door was open, and he was not in his cage. This meant he was out, and I might meet him in the open. I didn’t want to put our friendship to the test just yet, so I hurried to the door with my adrenaline starting to flow. Just as I got to the door we saw each other, but I made it inside before he could reach me.
My friend, the security guard Pista Bacsi, was taking him for a walk. Rocky ran across the parking lot towards me (against the commands of Pista Bacsi) with both ears straight up and an intent look in his eyes. I opened the door a crack and let him stick his nose in when he got there. He neither growled nor put his ears down, so I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Then he decided to obey his master, and he went back to his pen.
So who knows whether he’d kill me or lick my hand if we meet again out in the open.
If you click here or on the top picture of Rocky, you’ll see a video of Rocky in action!
If you watch the video, you can see him lick his chops as he’s trying to figure out what I’m doing with my camera pointed at him.
(The video is 170Kb and will take about a minute to download on a dial-up connection. It requires Windows Media Player.)
