Trocco

Introducing Trocco, my delta dog of questionable lineage but an unquestionable lack of brains. The reason we get on so well. He is however bi-lingual and sort of answers commands in both English and Vietnamese. Sort of.

Trocco (in English Chocco) was born on my front porch, his mother Mickey’s, second litter. I was glad she had her pups on the front porch, she had the first litter in my wardrobe. The day the other pups left for brighter climes, I grabbed Trocco to keep mainly as he was the runt of the litter, I mistakenly thought he would be well behaved. He was for a couple of months too but that soon changed.

My first inkling that this dog was some sort of freak was when I saw him lying at my feet one night when I was positive that I had put him outside. Next night I heard him scratching at the door when I was positive I had let him in. Trocco was messing with my head. Was he a canine Houdini? Was I losing my marble(s). Neither, Trocco appeared to be half kangaroo and half Walenda, jumping up about a metre in height, balancing on the window ledge and then climbing through the barred window. Getting outside was easier for him, he had a couch to climb on first before getting through the bars.

Fussy eater, not much. Given the choice of a juicy chicken breast, cooked or raw or a frozen chicken head, it’s the chicken head everytime. Loves ém.

His other favorite trick is to steal socks and jocks, only maroon jocks and light blue socks. If you are buying me a Christmas present anytime soon, steer clear of maroon jocks and light blue socks.

And that is Trocco and for all his foibles and annoying habits he is a great companion. If only I could get him to eat something other than chicken heads (frozen).