Sorry about taking so long with this fic. You might want to go back to refresh your memory of the fic. Hope you like. Please review. Oh, yeah the end of it is a run down, of sorts.
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PAIN! Even before I opened my eyes, all I felt was pain. Then I opened my eyes. Everything was still hazy. But I could make out voices.
Chandler: "Thanks for your help, Gary." (Who is Gary?)
Gary?: "No problem. Just be glad that my cousin's a vet." (Oh no, not another vet.) I then felt myself being lifted by Chandler. I could tell it was him by his smell.
Monica then came forward with a blanket. "Here you go, Rocky. This will keep you warm." (Thanks, Monica.) "We will get you to the vet, get you fixed up and get you home."
Joey then entered, "Are you guys ready to go?"
A police officer, "We will give you a lift to the vet. This wonderful dog helped nab the Cut Throat Cat Burglar." (I did?)
Monica patted my head. "Thanks officer Johnson. Rocky just saved Chandler's life as well as mine." She then kissed my forehead. (Oh, so you actually LIKE me now!!!!) We all left the apartment. Joey patted me as did Rachel and Phoebe. Ross finally took his hand and patted me as well. (Please, don't strain yourself) Monica and Chandler walked down the stairs carefully with Gary following us.
"Don't worry, Rocky. I will make sure that you get the best of care. I promise." Chandler swore. I tried to lift my head in appreciation, but all I could manage was to whine and to slightly wag my tail. Even that was too much. I then blacked out again.
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Nothing. That feeling ran through me like nothing else had. I didn't even want to open my eyes. Sleep was calling me, and I never turned it down. Besides, my shoulder felt stiff.
"Rocky. Come on pal, wake up." Chandler's muffled voice was calling me from my slumber. Who to listen to? Sleep was an old friend of mine, I could easily go back to sleep. No cares, no worries. "ROCKY, PLEASE WAKE UP!" Chandler sounded desperate. I sighed. Might as well wake up. I could always go back to sleep. So I opened my eyes.
"ROCKY!" Monica cried out. She had been crying. There were tear marks running down her face. She and Chandler then hugged me. (TOO TIGHT, A LITTLE TOO TIGHT!) They let up. But they didn't let me go.
"Good, he is awake." A young woman in a white coat said. "I was afraid that we used too much knock out gas."
"YOU WERE AFRAID!?!" Chandler's voice raised. "HE DIDN'T ALMOST MAKE IT BECAUSE OF YOU!" Chandler was almost hyperventilating. (Easy there, pal)
"I am not used to being the one to administer the gas. The one who administers the gas is upstate this weekend." The doctor calmly told him. "But if it makes you feel any better. You can take him home. Just follow my instructions and call me if anything else happens." (It will certainly make ME feel better)
"Thank you." Monica said, quietly as she tucked a blanket around me again. "Chandler, let's get Rocky home." She then petted me and kissed Chandler on the check. (She evidently knew how to defuse Chandler.) Chandler sighed and then picked me up and left. Monica stayed behind to talk to the doctor.
"ROCKY! You are fixed up! Huh, pal!" Joey was there He ran his hand up and down my head. (Great to see you too, Joe)
"Yeah, Joey. Now as soon as Monica gets out here, we are going home." Chandler explained. (I guess this means I can REALLY stay)
Monica then walked out, "Ok, everything is settled. Now let's all go home." She smiled and patted my head. (Guess this mean I am back in your good graces, huh) We then left.
After arriving home, Chandler took me to their bedroom and laid me down on a comfortable chair bed (which held some extra covers), that Joey drug in there. They referred to it as 'Steve'. Monica entered with some liquid type food, which she fed me by way of an eyedropper. And for some reason I couldn't stop my eyelids from closing…….
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I remember opening and closing my eyes frequently for a while. Then, after what seemed like ages, I opened my eyes for good and looked around. I was laying on the chair surrounded by blankets and on top of a big, comfortable, fluffy pillow. I heard Chandler in another room. I rose only to fall back down again. Okay, I am stiff. Now what? I will try again. I lifted myself up and on unsteady legs, jumped down from the chair and stumbled out the door into the living room.
"HEY, BUDDY!" Joey ran over and started to hug me. (Yeah, good to see you too. Now, STOP CHOKING ME!) Chandler, Monica, and Phoebe all came over to me I got hugs from all of them. Or rather they were squeezing me to death.
"Guys, I think he needs to breath." Chandler cautioned everyone. (Thanks, Chandler. ) They let up. Chandler then picked me up and carried me to the sofa. And oddly enough Monica did not say anything about me being on the couch. Everyone but Monica followed me and surrounded us both.
It was then that Rachel walked in carrying a bag. I would be more surprised if she walked in without a shopping bag. I mean that was like telling dogs NOT to like meat, it just can't be done. "Awwww…..he is up!" Rachel then ran over and choked me as well. Finally pulling back, she grabbed something out of the bag. "Look what I bought the hero!" She pulled a dog sweater out of the bag. (A DOG SWEATER! I HAVE NEWS FOR YA, I AM NOT WEARING THAT!)
"NO!" Monica came over to see what she had. "Rachel, you KNOW how I feel about dogs dressed as humans!" (Thank you, Monica!)
"But it will keep him warm in the winter! And it is a designer dog sweater!" Rachel pleaded. (To keep from wearing that thing, I can always lift my leg to it.)
"No." Monica then brought something over in a big bowl and sat it down on the couch on top of a towel she put there. I sniffed. (FOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
"But, it is a Ralph Lauren original, made especially for dogs." Rachel tried to sell the sweater. (Then let that guy wear it. But I am not going to!)
"NO!" Monica then ran her hands through my hair, "Rocky, start in." I didn't wait a moment longer and started to chow down. (OH, cut up pieces of meat! REAL stew meat as well! Not the phony stuff!)
"But…."Rachel tried again.
"NO! And NO is final!" Monica was persistent. (Thank you for both ways Monica!) It was so good that I actually licked the bowel clean. Monica took the bowel and set it back in the kitchen. Monica then turned her attention to Chandler. "Honey, take Rocky out for a walk so that he does not use the restroom anymore on my floor. And you have to clean it up."
"I do that anyway." Chandler mumbled. (Uh, oh. You just better hope that she did NOT hear you say that.) He put on the leash and instead of leading me out, he picked me up.
"What did you say?" Monica asked with her eyebrow raised.
"How long do you want me to stay away?" Chandler asked used to thinking fast on his feet. (Good going, buddy!)
"He needs some fresh air and to head the call of nature. You decide." Monica want to wash her hands to prepare dinner. (See Chandler, she CAN be a pushover!)
Chandler made his way to the door carrying me. "Here, I will go with you." Joey then ran ahead and opened the door for us both. (Thanks, buddy.)
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During the walk, a lot of people around the neighborhood stopped and patted me and gave me food, dog toys and blankets to take back. While Chandler carried me, Joey carried everything else. So after the walk, when we arrived back at the apartment, I had quite a few items, great fully given to me by all the other neighbors.
They called me their hero, their neighborhood dog and even a man by the name of Gunther said that I could come into the coffee house and he would have two muffins for me when the others went there. In short I became the celebrity of the block. And it looked like that I was welcomed wherever I would go around that area.
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A day later, three men in plain clothes and two in uniforms arrived. Two of the men in plain clothes took pictures while the other man in plain clothes, or someone important in government, gave me a citation, or a plaque, one of the men in uniform, a police chief, a medal for bravery. And the other in uniform, which I assumed was the head of the humane society, even gave me a license that said on it that I am an honorary K-9. SO if a dog catcher would catch me, he would have to take me straight back to where Chandler and Monica live. And they would not be fined. I guess it was the city's way of thanking me for helping to catch that perpetrator.
For a while my world with Chandler, Monica, Joey, Phoebe, Rachel and even Ross was perfect. I was the center of their world and a lot revolved around me. My world was perfect. Until I got some news one day that would change my life. I guess nothing good lasts forever.
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And what would that news be????? Just wait and see. Hopefully it will not be too long until I write the next part. Please review………
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PAIN! Even before I opened my eyes, all I felt was pain. Then I opened my eyes. Everything was still hazy. But I could make out voices.
Chandler: "Thanks for your help, Gary." (Who is Gary?)
Gary?: "No problem. Just be glad that my cousin's a vet." (Oh no, not another vet.) I then felt myself being lifted by Chandler. I could tell it was him by his smell.
Monica then came forward with a blanket. "Here you go, Rocky. This will keep you warm." (Thanks, Monica.) "We will get you to the vet, get you fixed up and get you home."
Joey then entered, "Are you guys ready to go?"
A police officer, "We will give you a lift to the vet. This wonderful dog helped nab the Cut Throat Cat Burglar." (I did?)
Monica patted my head. "Thanks officer Johnson. Rocky just saved Chandler's life as well as mine." She then kissed my forehead. (Oh, so you actually LIKE me now!!!!) We all left the apartment. Joey patted me as did Rachel and Phoebe. Ross finally took his hand and patted me as well. (Please, don't strain yourself) Monica and Chandler walked down the stairs carefully with Gary following us.
"Don't worry, Rocky. I will make sure that you get the best of care. I promise." Chandler swore. I tried to lift my head in appreciation, but all I could manage was to whine and to slightly wag my tail. Even that was too much. I then blacked out again.
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Nothing. That feeling ran through me like nothing else had. I didn't even want to open my eyes. Sleep was calling me, and I never turned it down. Besides, my shoulder felt stiff.
"Rocky. Come on pal, wake up." Chandler's muffled voice was calling me from my slumber. Who to listen to? Sleep was an old friend of mine, I could easily go back to sleep. No cares, no worries. "ROCKY, PLEASE WAKE UP!" Chandler sounded desperate. I sighed. Might as well wake up. I could always go back to sleep. So I opened my eyes.
"ROCKY!" Monica cried out. She had been crying. There were tear marks running down her face. She and Chandler then hugged me. (TOO TIGHT, A LITTLE TOO TIGHT!) They let up. But they didn't let me go.
"Good, he is awake." A young woman in a white coat said. "I was afraid that we used too much knock out gas."
"YOU WERE AFRAID!?!" Chandler's voice raised. "HE DIDN'T ALMOST MAKE IT BECAUSE OF YOU!" Chandler was almost hyperventilating. (Easy there, pal)
"I am not used to being the one to administer the gas. The one who administers the gas is upstate this weekend." The doctor calmly told him. "But if it makes you feel any better. You can take him home. Just follow my instructions and call me if anything else happens." (It will certainly make ME feel better)
"Thank you." Monica said, quietly as she tucked a blanket around me again. "Chandler, let's get Rocky home." She then petted me and kissed Chandler on the check. (She evidently knew how to defuse Chandler.) Chandler sighed and then picked me up and left. Monica stayed behind to talk to the doctor.
"ROCKY! You are fixed up! Huh, pal!" Joey was there He ran his hand up and down my head. (Great to see you too, Joe)
"Yeah, Joey. Now as soon as Monica gets out here, we are going home." Chandler explained. (I guess this means I can REALLY stay)
Monica then walked out, "Ok, everything is settled. Now let's all go home." She smiled and patted my head. (Guess this mean I am back in your good graces, huh) We then left.
After arriving home, Chandler took me to their bedroom and laid me down on a comfortable chair bed (which held some extra covers), that Joey drug in there. They referred to it as 'Steve'. Monica entered with some liquid type food, which she fed me by way of an eyedropper. And for some reason I couldn't stop my eyelids from closing…….
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I remember opening and closing my eyes frequently for a while. Then, after what seemed like ages, I opened my eyes for good and looked around. I was laying on the chair surrounded by blankets and on top of a big, comfortable, fluffy pillow. I heard Chandler in another room. I rose only to fall back down again. Okay, I am stiff. Now what? I will try again. I lifted myself up and on unsteady legs, jumped down from the chair and stumbled out the door into the living room.
"HEY, BUDDY!" Joey ran over and started to hug me. (Yeah, good to see you too. Now, STOP CHOKING ME!) Chandler, Monica, and Phoebe all came over to me I got hugs from all of them. Or rather they were squeezing me to death.
"Guys, I think he needs to breath." Chandler cautioned everyone. (Thanks, Chandler. ) They let up. Chandler then picked me up and carried me to the sofa. And oddly enough Monica did not say anything about me being on the couch. Everyone but Monica followed me and surrounded us both.
It was then that Rachel walked in carrying a bag. I would be more surprised if she walked in without a shopping bag. I mean that was like telling dogs NOT to like meat, it just can't be done. "Awwww…..he is up!" Rachel then ran over and choked me as well. Finally pulling back, she grabbed something out of the bag. "Look what I bought the hero!" She pulled a dog sweater out of the bag. (A DOG SWEATER! I HAVE NEWS FOR YA, I AM NOT WEARING THAT!)
"NO!" Monica came over to see what she had. "Rachel, you KNOW how I feel about dogs dressed as humans!" (Thank you, Monica!)
"But it will keep him warm in the winter! And it is a designer dog sweater!" Rachel pleaded. (To keep from wearing that thing, I can always lift my leg to it.)
"No." Monica then brought something over in a big bowl and sat it down on the couch on top of a towel she put there. I sniffed. (FOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
"But, it is a Ralph Lauren original, made especially for dogs." Rachel tried to sell the sweater. (Then let that guy wear it. But I am not going to!)
"NO!" Monica then ran her hands through my hair, "Rocky, start in." I didn't wait a moment longer and started to chow down. (OH, cut up pieces of meat! REAL stew meat as well! Not the phony stuff!)
"But…."Rachel tried again.
"NO! And NO is final!" Monica was persistent. (Thank you for both ways Monica!) It was so good that I actually licked the bowel clean. Monica took the bowel and set it back in the kitchen. Monica then turned her attention to Chandler. "Honey, take Rocky out for a walk so that he does not use the restroom anymore on my floor. And you have to clean it up."
"I do that anyway." Chandler mumbled. (Uh, oh. You just better hope that she did NOT hear you say that.) He put on the leash and instead of leading me out, he picked me up.
"What did you say?" Monica asked with her eyebrow raised.
"How long do you want me to stay away?" Chandler asked used to thinking fast on his feet. (Good going, buddy!)
"He needs some fresh air and to head the call of nature. You decide." Monica want to wash her hands to prepare dinner. (See Chandler, she CAN be a pushover!)
Chandler made his way to the door carrying me. "Here, I will go with you." Joey then ran ahead and opened the door for us both. (Thanks, buddy.)
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During the walk, a lot of people around the neighborhood stopped and patted me and gave me food, dog toys and blankets to take back. While Chandler carried me, Joey carried everything else. So after the walk, when we arrived back at the apartment, I had quite a few items, great fully given to me by all the other neighbors.
They called me their hero, their neighborhood dog and even a man by the name of Gunther said that I could come into the coffee house and he would have two muffins for me when the others went there. In short I became the celebrity of the block. And it looked like that I was welcomed wherever I would go around that area.
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A day later, three men in plain clothes and two in uniforms arrived. Two of the men in plain clothes took pictures while the other man in plain clothes, or someone important in government, gave me a citation, or a plaque, one of the men in uniform, a police chief, a medal for bravery. And the other in uniform, which I assumed was the head of the humane society, even gave me a license that said on it that I am an honorary K-9. SO if a dog catcher would catch me, he would have to take me straight back to where Chandler and Monica live. And they would not be fined. I guess it was the city's way of thanking me for helping to catch that perpetrator.
For a while my world with Chandler, Monica, Joey, Phoebe, Rachel and even Ross was perfect. I was the center of their world and a lot revolved around me. My world was perfect. Until I got some news one day that would change my life. I guess nothing good lasts forever.
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And what would that news be????? Just wait and see. Hopefully it will not be too long until I write the next part. Please review………