This is a story about Rocko, and how he enjoyed life. I remember when they dropped Rocko off at my house for the first time — he was just two years old. My first impression of Rocko was that of a very timid and scared dog. That was not surprising since he was in an environment that was alien to him. He was so skittish and would walk about 8 feet behind me, watching and ready to bolt if I tried ...