They were walking around the park. The first time by, they saw a man sitting on a bench with his Doberman beside him. Second time round, the man was still there with his dog. Next time round the man was gone and the dog was tied to a tree. The man never returned.
The first time I meet Rocky, he is wagging his stubby tail in his kennel and of course this reminds me of my own Rocky. I take him out and clip the leash on him. He is a solidly built Doberman. It's like he's got the midsection of a Mastiff.
He seems a sombre fellow, this Rocky. I don't think he's aloof but just that he won't immediately go up to every stranger to ask for attention or affection. Once he gets to know you, though, it's a different story. Then it's all muzzling your hand and "touch me touch me touch me".
At nine years old, Rocky is a mature dog who must be wondering just what happened to make his former life disappear.
For adoption information on this dog and other dogs (and cats and other animals), please visit Toronto Animal Services.