Yup, that’s me, Rocco Aldo Cella relaxing on my master’s Grand Bed by Tempur-Pedic. After a long day of playing tug, chasing tennis balls or being smacked in the face by my step-cats Allergy and Zero, a puppy needs some quality relaxation time.
Sometimes I come up here, put the wave-massage feature on and just let the stress of the day go away. No longer do I worry about things like “Will I ever catch that red light?”, “How come he throws the ball but it didn’t really go anywhere?” and the ever mind boggling, “Why can’t I chew on those shoes?”. I just sit up here and chillax. The Tempur-Pedic material contours around my elbows and hips and the silk/cashmere cover feels so smooth on my shiny coat.
Sure, it is bad form to count Serta sheep on a Tempur-Pedic, but I make the rules here.
You might think I’m spoiled, but you don’t know a dog’s problems until you’ve walked a mile in their paws.
I was whelped in Phoenixville, PA. I never knew my father but I understand he’s some big time dog show champion in Serbia or something, but that jerk was never around. Pretty soon after coming into this world the breeder lopped off my super awesome tail, cropped my ears and taped them up in the air so I always look like the Batman. I had abdominal surgery when I was about 3 months old because they thought I had some sort of blockage, turns out I just have a really sensitive stomach. I was sold to some guy in Delaware who got frustrated by my bowel issues and returned me to the breeder. I then got passed off to an animal rescue for a month or so until I got rescued into my forever home. ALL THAT in my first 6 months. Whew!So spoiled? Maybe, but I have to say sleeping on this Tempur-Pedic, that’s livin’.
-Rocco (Pete’s dog)