🍽️ Meet Rocky: the four-legged food tornado with zero regard for etiquette and a snout that could rival a Dyson. He doesn’t nibble. He inhales. Whether it’s kibble, crumbs, or something suspiciously beige on the floor, Rocky’s motto is simple—“If it fits in my mouth, it’s gone.”
He’s the kind of dog who thinks “sit” means “launch face-first into the bowl,” and “wait” is just a cruel joke humans tell before dinner. Table manners? Never heard of her. But what Rocky lacks in grace, he makes up for in gusto, charm, and a belly that somehow defies physics.