Hey folks, sorry it took me sooooooo long to get back to this fic! I hope that you enjoy it and the others that I am going to quickly type out. But remember, if you do not review, then I will stop writing fics all together after I get these done. It is your choice. All you have to do is to say whether it is ok or not.
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Four months after the attack……..
It took a while, but soon enough, I was upon my feet again and running around. Soon the little incident was forgotten. I mean it was still in my mind, just barely. But I had forgotten it.
Chandler and Monica had gotten into another argument. No surprise there. I really felt for Chandler. Every time he came home from work ,he would drag himself in and flop down on a chair. Monica would yell at him for being lazy. He would tell her how much he hates his job and so on. And the fight would then be on.
One time in the middle of the day, Chandler entered the apartment carrying a box and happy. Monica walked out of the bedroom in the clothes that she used to go to work in.
"Chandler what are you doing? You are suppose to be at work."
"I quit." Chandler grinned.
"You quit?" Monica's voice was high and strained.
"Yup, got sick of it and quit. I mean you have a job where you are happy at. Why can not I?"
"Because, because I said so. You get your but back to that office building and beg for your job back right now, Chandler Bing!"
"Nope."
"Chandler!"
"I don't want to. Couldn't even if I wanted to. I told them to kiss my undercarriage before I left."
"What are you going to do for money. Like rent, utilities and food?"
"I am going to get another job, Mon." Chandler grinned. He then went around to hug Monica. She pushed him away.
"Until you do get another job and act like a responsible provider or head of the household, you will sleeping the other room." Monica turned around and got her coat and left.
Chandler didn't waste no time, he went to the bedroom, pulled out a suitcase and started packing. He then wrote Monica a note, left it on the table and started to walk out the door.
But stopped when I pushed up against him. "Alright, let me get your leash."
After getting the leash put on the harness, he then left the apartment building and we both walked toward the ritzy part of the city near the big park (Central Park) and stopped at a house. He then extracted a key from his pants pocket and opened the door, and led me inside. Once he turned on the lights, he went upstairs to a room and I followed and dropped his bag on the bottom of the bed. And sank down in a chair.
I came and put my head on his knee. Hey, Chandler it's alright, everything is going to work out, you'll see.
As if he read my mind, "It is not going to workout. You see all they want me to do is to be Chandler Bing, office drone. No one cares about me and my hopes and dreams. Well, no one except you." He then scratched me behind the ears. "Right about now they probably have found the letter, and are all telling Mon what kind of jerk I am and how right she is." Chandler sighed and then got up and went and laid down on the bed and held a pillow close and sighed into it. I jumped up and laid down next to him and soon we were both in dreamland.
When I woke up, I could tell that Chandler was still deep in dreamland, so I decided to explore. The house was huge! I mean it was a three story townhouse, why would it not be huge? Some of the rooms were carpeted, while others had a hard wood floor, I could not resist running and sliding on the long hallway cause of that. Mark Hamill, eat your heart out!
All the furniture was overstuffed and comfortable. I tried out each and every piece of furniture and found the sofa would do for me. I did not even have to prepare it to lay on! Like I had to on some of the others. Talk about service! This was a doggie's dream house come true!
I decided I was hungry and went to the kitchen to look for food and started pulling stuff out of the cabinets after I got them opened. When I saw there was nothing, I tackled the refriderator. I somehow was able to open it. I pulled out eggs, meat of all kinds, milk and other items.
As I was doing this I heard a scream. "Get out of my house you mangy mutt!" I turned my head and saw a frying pan being thrown across the room and ran like crazy to get out of the room with the person behind me welding a broom. I ran upstairs and into Chandler's room and jumped directly on him."
What happened next is hard to tell. Chandler who was just waking up after all that noise that he heard downstairs ended up with me in his lap and a broom was being brought across my backsides.
"Get off my son, you MONGRAL!" Oh, so your Chandler's mom.
"Mom, mom. STOP!" The hitting then stopped. "Mom, this is my dog, Rocky, Rocky this is mom." Nice meeting you, *mom*
"Alright fine, I have two questions, what are you doing here and did you know that your dog has torn up my house?"
"Awwww it can't be that bad." Do *YOU* even KNOW me?
Once we had all walked downstairs. "Alright, so it could use some improvement." Courtesy of Rocky Bing!
"Some improvement? It looks like a hurricane and a tornado have struck." And now the coup de grace. I then drug in some heavy curtains that were blocking out the light. Ah….Let the sun shine in, the sun shine in….
A little while later after Chandler's mom, Nora had phoned an agency and hired five people to clean up the house, she, Chandler and I went for a walk at the park.
As we were walking, they were talking about what had happened. While I was acquainting myself with the area. Let me see, plenty of fat cats to chase, dog venders, water fountains, plenty of kids to trick them out of their food and *woof, woof* plenty of *Bow WOW* Come to me baby! Daddy's here! I then lunged at a pretty white haired poodle. But that rich bitch was just that. A bitch! Well, when you need it, don't come looking for me princess, ya snobby bitch! Chandler then got me under control and proceeded to drag me down another trail. Finally we stopped under an oak tree, they sat down on a stone bench while I had fun. But I could still hear their conversation. Dog's hearing RULES!
"What am I going to do, mom? I could not stay with that job any longer. What was I suppose to do? Die at my desk? That was not going to happen." I was busy chasing down a butterfly. Then a man with a net started chasing me. I zigged when the butterfly zaged. And the man ran off after it. What's wrong WEIRDO? Can't find any NORMAL hobbies to do? Or better yet, GET A LIFE!
"Chandler, no one was asking you to." I then was chased by a teenage boy wearing roller blades. Well I will teach him a thing or two. I grabbed him by his shorts and started to run with him down the sidewalk toward a small pond. Him being roller bladed backwards with his pants down to his ankles, he was not wearing any underwear and his girlfriend was laughing at him, the one he was trying to impress. Then I let go just in time to get away from him when he hit the water. He shoots, HE SCORES!
"Yes they were. It has been this way all the time. Chandler stick with your job, You don't have the guts to leave it, and the list goes on. And when I do leave it, I get nothing but contempt." GRRRRRRRRRRR….Oh, hunger pains again, let's see what I can do."
I got down on my stomach and crept up to a hot dog vender. Seeing the way the vendor had his wagon secured I KNEW how to get some food. All I had to do was to bump it just the right way. I started from a low hill, and with a flying leap bumped hard against the machine. The rock that was acting as a break gave way and it went rolling down the hill with the man running after it. It crashed in to a tree and I took off. The man seeing that there was nothing he could do for the machine took off after me, I outdistanced him in no time flat. Time to go back and claim my bounty. To the victors go the spoils. Hehehehe!
"Honey, they just need time to adjust." The whole cart had a huge crack going down it and I helped or gorged myself to those delicious dogs, and bratwurst. Man those babies are good, they are meaty, they are juicy, they are fresh, they are…. HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT! I took off for the nearest water fountain. Gang way, big dog on campus coming through! Watch it squirt A little terrier had to jump into his owners arms to get out of my way. Finally I arrived at a fountain and got a drink. As soon as I was done, I lifted my leg to the base. Hey, nature calls!
"What if they don't?" Just then I saw a couple of heavens, two twin female dogs and in heat! Right this way ladies! The dogs somehow got away from their owners and met me for a rendezvous. Had a lot of fun that was for sure! Soon after we were done I was walking and noticed that the owners had the dogs and were looking over them carefully. They then looked at me. Uh oh, I KNOW that look! I had better run!
"They will, if not then you have my support." A little bit later when I ditched the gruesome twosome, a kid came up to me and put a rope around my neck. NO WAY! I then ran for help!
"So me and Rocky can stay for a while?" I jumped up on his lap. He then petted me. I noticed at that time, we were not alone.
"Well you, of course not….now Rocky….." She looked at the different people that had followed me over. Which included a police officer, the hot dog vender the two dog walkers, the kid with the roller blades and the kid and her parents. You are going to believe ME, right? Nora and Chandler just looked at each other. I take it you are not.
Well Chandler got fined for me being a public nuisance damage to property (private and public) disturbing the peace and urinating in the public water fountain. HE was not a happy a camper after he saw the amount. He even had to make an appearance to a judge so he could determine what Chandler had to pay. Which turned out to be new roller blades and shorts, a new cart and food for the hot dog vender and had to make restitution for the female dogs that were in heat. They were going to breed them to some wimpy male to get prized pups. Well, not with my genes. HEHE!
Soon after we arrived back, from the walk, Chandler got a phone call from a friend of his or ours. I really couldn't hear much, I was too busy eating. I did hear Chandler telling Joey to come on over.
Once Joey arrived I ran over and jumped up into his arms. Almost knocking him over backwards. "I missed ya, Rocky." Yeah, me you too! As I licked him in the face. He then went in to sit down in a chair to talk to Chandler and to Nora. As he was talking I was doing my best to interest him in a game. To see Joey playing makes my day. I ran all over the place and stopped in front of him and gave a friendly growl. I grabbed his pants bottoms and tried to pull him up off the chair. He ignored me and continued to talk to Chandler and Nora. Finally: No more Mr. Nice Dog. The gloves were coming off the paws. And the nails were sharp. I took a running leap and propelled him and me and the chair backwards on to the floor. Told ya I would get you off the chair! Joey sat up looking disheveled and shocked. He then sat the chair up and sat down in it. You will never learn, huh?
"Chandler I think your dog needs to see a psychiatrist." HA HA HA HA. Oh, Nora, you are SOOOO funny!
"Mom, that is ok. I don't have money for much of anything, I quit my job, remember?" Thank you Chandler. "Besides he is just being himself."
"Listen, Chandler I have some friends who have a dog that had similar problems and they took him to a dog psychiatrist, a Dr. Williams. And now the dog is behaved nicely." A doggie shrink? Not happening…..
"Mom, he is fine. He is just a little active…." At that time, I had grabbed Joey's Knicks jacket and was running around with it with Joey chasing me. Told you that you wouldn't stay in that chair for long.
"I will pay." Nora offered. Just then Joey and I were playing tug of war with the jacket and were both sliding down the hall and rammed headlong into a picture of a nude woman.
"Fine just one visit." Chandler huffed. HUH? CHANDLER! Joey then grabbed the coat from me and the race was on again.
Two days later I was in an office with a middle aged balding man standing over me. "Hello, Mr. Rocky. And how are you today?" He held out his hand for me to shake. I looked up at him as I jumped on Chandler's lap. The man then took out his recorder. "Very insecure and anti-social around people he does not know or trust."
"Uh, doc, I don't believe all this hooky poky stuff, so can we just sit and have a nice conversation about the weather or something?" That's my man!
"Pet is having the insecurities transferred from the owner." He talked to the microphone once again.
"Oh, come on! You have more to your life than talking into some stupid recorder!" Pathetic, isn't he?
"Mr. Bing, how am I suppose to help your dog, since you are part of the problem?" He then wrote something down on a slip of paper. Here is a name and number of a good psychiatrist. Take my advice and go and see him. Because like human babies pick up on the father's traits, so will a dog and will copy off him." What? Now listen here you, you, you…..
"You overpriced tightwad. Don't you dare say anything bad about MY dog! He has just as much right to have fun as anyone else. And if you can not understand that, then it is you who needs help!" Tell him about it, my man!
"I take it you are not coming back here?"
"Rocky and I would have to be brought back in tied down." Most definitely.
"Alright, but I got to warn you, your dog is on it's way to becoming a delinquent!"
"Spare me the sarcasm. I am the KING of sarcasm! And for your information, psychiatrists have been telling my mother and father that for years about me. Come on Rocky." He then opened the door. Of course I left a little package of what I thought about this guy in the corner of his office and lifted my leg to his coat rack where his expensive coat hung. We both walked out.
On the way home. Chandler sang 'Who Let the Dogs Out?' while I jumped around him and barked every couple of minutes. Everyone looked at us as though we were crazy As we walked down the sidewalk skipping and hoping to the tune. A police officer saw us and even walked up to us.
"Uh sir, are you ok?"
"Never better. I feel like I could fly!" Uh, Chandler, not a good idea.
"Really?" He then turned toward another policeman. "Hey, Mark we got a live one." To say the least we had to go down to the police station. Where Chandler had to take a drug and alcohol test. He passed with flying colors. And a cop there by name of Gary vouched for him. So we were able to go home. The other police officers just looked at me and him as if we were both nuts. A few of the dogs or K-9s just gave me looks of contempt or dirty looks.
The looks ranged from I wish I had the time to be do nothing like you, excuse me I have a job to do. What a bunch of weenies!
Gary then squatted down to pet me. Congratulations on nailing that creep a while back, Rocky!"
"He nailed someone, who?" The officer asked who brought us in.
"The Cut Throat Cat Burglar." Gary replied. You could hear a pin drop and almost all the dogs looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and awe. "How did he do it Chandler?" Chandler then explained.
Then all the policemen and the dogs looked at me with a changed attitude. "Hey, if you ever have to give him up, we would gladly take him." The police captain said after he heard the story.
"Thanks anyway. But we are fine." yeah baby!
Gary drove us to the townhouse all the while Chandler and him sang the song 'Who Let the Dogs Out?' with me barking along in the back of the car.
When we arrived, Chandler invited Gary in. I ran Straight to Nora stopped and looked up at her. Hey, hot momma, what's shaking?
"Nice digs." Gary muttered.
"Thanks man. But tell that to my mom." They then walked over to Nora and me. "Mom, this a friend of mine. His name is Gary and he is a police officer."
Gary lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. "You look beautiful, Mrs. Bing!"
Nora blushed. "Oh, please Gary, call me Nora."
"And no more kissing my mother. Got that?" Chandler stated through clinched teeth.
"I was just being courteous."
"Chandler Gary and I can talk, while you have a talk with Monica."
"S-she's here?"
"In the kitchen. She is making dinner. Tell her we have another guest to add."
Chandler then walked off into the kitchen. Monica then turned toward him and sighed. "I missed you."
"You and the others missed me making fun of myself and my pathetic job."
Monica sighed again. "Honey, if you really want to have another job, then I am behind you all the way."
"Why this change in attitude?" Yeah, why?
"I remember you telling me what you felt like when I did not talk over anything with you. And now I know how you feel. And I do want you happy." Well, I can believe that!
Chandler smiled, "So I am coming back home. One question. Joey told me how to find you, right?" Chandler lifted her chin up to where they were looking in each other's eyes.
Monica smiled, "Yes, once he explained your side to me. I am so sorry I was being such a hag."
"That is ok, Monica."
"I love you."
"Ditto." He then leaned in and kissed her very deeply. "The dinner?"
"Has an hour and a half to bake." Monica then leaned him in again. And Chandler then drug her toward a bedroom that belonged to one of the maids. I started to go in. Monica pulled away from him. "I will NOT do it with an audience." Huh? Oh, me.
Chandler then pushed me out. I was mad but then after listening to some grunts and moans I went to find Gary and Nora. Once I arrived Nora asked me where Chandler and Monica had gotten to. Then we heard Monica give a high moan.
"I guess they made up." Gary stated. No shit, Sherlock.
Then Monica gave a high pitched scream. "That's my boy!" Nora committed with evident pride in her voice. You try living with them and see how much sleep YOU get. We moved back in the next day.
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The next one's the last chapter. Hope you liked the fic folks!
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Four months after the attack……..
It took a while, but soon enough, I was upon my feet again and running around. Soon the little incident was forgotten. I mean it was still in my mind, just barely. But I had forgotten it.
Chandler and Monica had gotten into another argument. No surprise there. I really felt for Chandler. Every time he came home from work ,he would drag himself in and flop down on a chair. Monica would yell at him for being lazy. He would tell her how much he hates his job and so on. And the fight would then be on.
One time in the middle of the day, Chandler entered the apartment carrying a box and happy. Monica walked out of the bedroom in the clothes that she used to go to work in.
"Chandler what are you doing? You are suppose to be at work."
"I quit." Chandler grinned.
"You quit?" Monica's voice was high and strained.
"Yup, got sick of it and quit. I mean you have a job where you are happy at. Why can not I?"
"Because, because I said so. You get your but back to that office building and beg for your job back right now, Chandler Bing!"
"Nope."
"Chandler!"
"I don't want to. Couldn't even if I wanted to. I told them to kiss my undercarriage before I left."
"What are you going to do for money. Like rent, utilities and food?"
"I am going to get another job, Mon." Chandler grinned. He then went around to hug Monica. She pushed him away.
"Until you do get another job and act like a responsible provider or head of the household, you will sleeping the other room." Monica turned around and got her coat and left.
Chandler didn't waste no time, he went to the bedroom, pulled out a suitcase and started packing. He then wrote Monica a note, left it on the table and started to walk out the door.
But stopped when I pushed up against him. "Alright, let me get your leash."
After getting the leash put on the harness, he then left the apartment building and we both walked toward the ritzy part of the city near the big park (Central Park) and stopped at a house. He then extracted a key from his pants pocket and opened the door, and led me inside. Once he turned on the lights, he went upstairs to a room and I followed and dropped his bag on the bottom of the bed. And sank down in a chair.
I came and put my head on his knee. Hey, Chandler it's alright, everything is going to work out, you'll see.
As if he read my mind, "It is not going to workout. You see all they want me to do is to be Chandler Bing, office drone. No one cares about me and my hopes and dreams. Well, no one except you." He then scratched me behind the ears. "Right about now they probably have found the letter, and are all telling Mon what kind of jerk I am and how right she is." Chandler sighed and then got up and went and laid down on the bed and held a pillow close and sighed into it. I jumped up and laid down next to him and soon we were both in dreamland.
When I woke up, I could tell that Chandler was still deep in dreamland, so I decided to explore. The house was huge! I mean it was a three story townhouse, why would it not be huge? Some of the rooms were carpeted, while others had a hard wood floor, I could not resist running and sliding on the long hallway cause of that. Mark Hamill, eat your heart out!
All the furniture was overstuffed and comfortable. I tried out each and every piece of furniture and found the sofa would do for me. I did not even have to prepare it to lay on! Like I had to on some of the others. Talk about service! This was a doggie's dream house come true!
I decided I was hungry and went to the kitchen to look for food and started pulling stuff out of the cabinets after I got them opened. When I saw there was nothing, I tackled the refriderator. I somehow was able to open it. I pulled out eggs, meat of all kinds, milk and other items.
As I was doing this I heard a scream. "Get out of my house you mangy mutt!" I turned my head and saw a frying pan being thrown across the room and ran like crazy to get out of the room with the person behind me welding a broom. I ran upstairs and into Chandler's room and jumped directly on him."
What happened next is hard to tell. Chandler who was just waking up after all that noise that he heard downstairs ended up with me in his lap and a broom was being brought across my backsides.
"Get off my son, you MONGRAL!" Oh, so your Chandler's mom.
"Mom, mom. STOP!" The hitting then stopped. "Mom, this is my dog, Rocky, Rocky this is mom." Nice meeting you, *mom*
"Alright fine, I have two questions, what are you doing here and did you know that your dog has torn up my house?"
"Awwww it can't be that bad." Do *YOU* even KNOW me?
Once we had all walked downstairs. "Alright, so it could use some improvement." Courtesy of Rocky Bing!
"Some improvement? It looks like a hurricane and a tornado have struck." And now the coup de grace. I then drug in some heavy curtains that were blocking out the light. Ah….Let the sun shine in, the sun shine in….
A little while later after Chandler's mom, Nora had phoned an agency and hired five people to clean up the house, she, Chandler and I went for a walk at the park.
As we were walking, they were talking about what had happened. While I was acquainting myself with the area. Let me see, plenty of fat cats to chase, dog venders, water fountains, plenty of kids to trick them out of their food and *woof, woof* plenty of *Bow WOW* Come to me baby! Daddy's here! I then lunged at a pretty white haired poodle. But that rich bitch was just that. A bitch! Well, when you need it, don't come looking for me princess, ya snobby bitch! Chandler then got me under control and proceeded to drag me down another trail. Finally we stopped under an oak tree, they sat down on a stone bench while I had fun. But I could still hear their conversation. Dog's hearing RULES!
"What am I going to do, mom? I could not stay with that job any longer. What was I suppose to do? Die at my desk? That was not going to happen." I was busy chasing down a butterfly. Then a man with a net started chasing me. I zigged when the butterfly zaged. And the man ran off after it. What's wrong WEIRDO? Can't find any NORMAL hobbies to do? Or better yet, GET A LIFE!
"Chandler, no one was asking you to." I then was chased by a teenage boy wearing roller blades. Well I will teach him a thing or two. I grabbed him by his shorts and started to run with him down the sidewalk toward a small pond. Him being roller bladed backwards with his pants down to his ankles, he was not wearing any underwear and his girlfriend was laughing at him, the one he was trying to impress. Then I let go just in time to get away from him when he hit the water. He shoots, HE SCORES!
"Yes they were. It has been this way all the time. Chandler stick with your job, You don't have the guts to leave it, and the list goes on. And when I do leave it, I get nothing but contempt." GRRRRRRRRRRR….Oh, hunger pains again, let's see what I can do."
I got down on my stomach and crept up to a hot dog vender. Seeing the way the vendor had his wagon secured I KNEW how to get some food. All I had to do was to bump it just the right way. I started from a low hill, and with a flying leap bumped hard against the machine. The rock that was acting as a break gave way and it went rolling down the hill with the man running after it. It crashed in to a tree and I took off. The man seeing that there was nothing he could do for the machine took off after me, I outdistanced him in no time flat. Time to go back and claim my bounty. To the victors go the spoils. Hehehehe!
"Honey, they just need time to adjust." The whole cart had a huge crack going down it and I helped or gorged myself to those delicious dogs, and bratwurst. Man those babies are good, they are meaty, they are juicy, they are fresh, they are…. HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT! I took off for the nearest water fountain. Gang way, big dog on campus coming through! Watch it squirt A little terrier had to jump into his owners arms to get out of my way. Finally I arrived at a fountain and got a drink. As soon as I was done, I lifted my leg to the base. Hey, nature calls!
"What if they don't?" Just then I saw a couple of heavens, two twin female dogs and in heat! Right this way ladies! The dogs somehow got away from their owners and met me for a rendezvous. Had a lot of fun that was for sure! Soon after we were done I was walking and noticed that the owners had the dogs and were looking over them carefully. They then looked at me. Uh oh, I KNOW that look! I had better run!
"They will, if not then you have my support." A little bit later when I ditched the gruesome twosome, a kid came up to me and put a rope around my neck. NO WAY! I then ran for help!
"So me and Rocky can stay for a while?" I jumped up on his lap. He then petted me. I noticed at that time, we were not alone.
"Well you, of course not….now Rocky….." She looked at the different people that had followed me over. Which included a police officer, the hot dog vender the two dog walkers, the kid with the roller blades and the kid and her parents. You are going to believe ME, right? Nora and Chandler just looked at each other. I take it you are not.
Well Chandler got fined for me being a public nuisance damage to property (private and public) disturbing the peace and urinating in the public water fountain. HE was not a happy a camper after he saw the amount. He even had to make an appearance to a judge so he could determine what Chandler had to pay. Which turned out to be new roller blades and shorts, a new cart and food for the hot dog vender and had to make restitution for the female dogs that were in heat. They were going to breed them to some wimpy male to get prized pups. Well, not with my genes. HEHE!
Soon after we arrived back, from the walk, Chandler got a phone call from a friend of his or ours. I really couldn't hear much, I was too busy eating. I did hear Chandler telling Joey to come on over.
Once Joey arrived I ran over and jumped up into his arms. Almost knocking him over backwards. "I missed ya, Rocky." Yeah, me you too! As I licked him in the face. He then went in to sit down in a chair to talk to Chandler and to Nora. As he was talking I was doing my best to interest him in a game. To see Joey playing makes my day. I ran all over the place and stopped in front of him and gave a friendly growl. I grabbed his pants bottoms and tried to pull him up off the chair. He ignored me and continued to talk to Chandler and Nora. Finally: No more Mr. Nice Dog. The gloves were coming off the paws. And the nails were sharp. I took a running leap and propelled him and me and the chair backwards on to the floor. Told ya I would get you off the chair! Joey sat up looking disheveled and shocked. He then sat the chair up and sat down in it. You will never learn, huh?
"Chandler I think your dog needs to see a psychiatrist." HA HA HA HA. Oh, Nora, you are SOOOO funny!
"Mom, that is ok. I don't have money for much of anything, I quit my job, remember?" Thank you Chandler. "Besides he is just being himself."
"Listen, Chandler I have some friends who have a dog that had similar problems and they took him to a dog psychiatrist, a Dr. Williams. And now the dog is behaved nicely." A doggie shrink? Not happening…..
"Mom, he is fine. He is just a little active…." At that time, I had grabbed Joey's Knicks jacket and was running around with it with Joey chasing me. Told you that you wouldn't stay in that chair for long.
"I will pay." Nora offered. Just then Joey and I were playing tug of war with the jacket and were both sliding down the hall and rammed headlong into a picture of a nude woman.
"Fine just one visit." Chandler huffed. HUH? CHANDLER! Joey then grabbed the coat from me and the race was on again.
Two days later I was in an office with a middle aged balding man standing over me. "Hello, Mr. Rocky. And how are you today?" He held out his hand for me to shake. I looked up at him as I jumped on Chandler's lap. The man then took out his recorder. "Very insecure and anti-social around people he does not know or trust."
"Uh, doc, I don't believe all this hooky poky stuff, so can we just sit and have a nice conversation about the weather or something?" That's my man!
"Pet is having the insecurities transferred from the owner." He talked to the microphone once again.
"Oh, come on! You have more to your life than talking into some stupid recorder!" Pathetic, isn't he?
"Mr. Bing, how am I suppose to help your dog, since you are part of the problem?" He then wrote something down on a slip of paper. Here is a name and number of a good psychiatrist. Take my advice and go and see him. Because like human babies pick up on the father's traits, so will a dog and will copy off him." What? Now listen here you, you, you…..
"You overpriced tightwad. Don't you dare say anything bad about MY dog! He has just as much right to have fun as anyone else. And if you can not understand that, then it is you who needs help!" Tell him about it, my man!
"I take it you are not coming back here?"
"Rocky and I would have to be brought back in tied down." Most definitely.
"Alright, but I got to warn you, your dog is on it's way to becoming a delinquent!"
"Spare me the sarcasm. I am the KING of sarcasm! And for your information, psychiatrists have been telling my mother and father that for years about me. Come on Rocky." He then opened the door. Of course I left a little package of what I thought about this guy in the corner of his office and lifted my leg to his coat rack where his expensive coat hung. We both walked out.
On the way home. Chandler sang 'Who Let the Dogs Out?' while I jumped around him and barked every couple of minutes. Everyone looked at us as though we were crazy As we walked down the sidewalk skipping and hoping to the tune. A police officer saw us and even walked up to us.
"Uh sir, are you ok?"
"Never better. I feel like I could fly!" Uh, Chandler, not a good idea.
"Really?" He then turned toward another policeman. "Hey, Mark we got a live one." To say the least we had to go down to the police station. Where Chandler had to take a drug and alcohol test. He passed with flying colors. And a cop there by name of Gary vouched for him. So we were able to go home. The other police officers just looked at me and him as if we were both nuts. A few of the dogs or K-9s just gave me looks of contempt or dirty looks.
The looks ranged from I wish I had the time to be do nothing like you, excuse me I have a job to do. What a bunch of weenies!
Gary then squatted down to pet me. Congratulations on nailing that creep a while back, Rocky!"
"He nailed someone, who?" The officer asked who brought us in.
"The Cut Throat Cat Burglar." Gary replied. You could hear a pin drop and almost all the dogs looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and awe. "How did he do it Chandler?" Chandler then explained.
Then all the policemen and the dogs looked at me with a changed attitude. "Hey, if you ever have to give him up, we would gladly take him." The police captain said after he heard the story.
"Thanks anyway. But we are fine." yeah baby!
Gary drove us to the townhouse all the while Chandler and him sang the song 'Who Let the Dogs Out?' with me barking along in the back of the car.
When we arrived, Chandler invited Gary in. I ran Straight to Nora stopped and looked up at her. Hey, hot momma, what's shaking?
"Nice digs." Gary muttered.
"Thanks man. But tell that to my mom." They then walked over to Nora and me. "Mom, this a friend of mine. His name is Gary and he is a police officer."
Gary lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. "You look beautiful, Mrs. Bing!"
Nora blushed. "Oh, please Gary, call me Nora."
"And no more kissing my mother. Got that?" Chandler stated through clinched teeth.
"I was just being courteous."
"Chandler Gary and I can talk, while you have a talk with Monica."
"S-she's here?"
"In the kitchen. She is making dinner. Tell her we have another guest to add."
Chandler then walked off into the kitchen. Monica then turned toward him and sighed. "I missed you."
"You and the others missed me making fun of myself and my pathetic job."
Monica sighed again. "Honey, if you really want to have another job, then I am behind you all the way."
"Why this change in attitude?" Yeah, why?
"I remember you telling me what you felt like when I did not talk over anything with you. And now I know how you feel. And I do want you happy." Well, I can believe that!
Chandler smiled, "So I am coming back home. One question. Joey told me how to find you, right?" Chandler lifted her chin up to where they were looking in each other's eyes.
Monica smiled, "Yes, once he explained your side to me. I am so sorry I was being such a hag."
"That is ok, Monica."
"I love you."
"Ditto." He then leaned in and kissed her very deeply. "The dinner?"
"Has an hour and a half to bake." Monica then leaned him in again. And Chandler then drug her toward a bedroom that belonged to one of the maids. I started to go in. Monica pulled away from him. "I will NOT do it with an audience." Huh? Oh, me.
Chandler then pushed me out. I was mad but then after listening to some grunts and moans I went to find Gary and Nora. Once I arrived Nora asked me where Chandler and Monica had gotten to. Then we heard Monica give a high moan.
"I guess they made up." Gary stated. No shit, Sherlock.
Then Monica gave a high pitched scream. "That's my boy!" Nora committed with evident pride in her voice. You try living with them and see how much sleep YOU get. We moved back in the next day.
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The next one's the last chapter. Hope you liked the fic folks!