Life Is Better with Bohemian Shepherds

🐾 I have a very serious story to share… 🐾
One evening, while pretending to nap (but actually listening 👀), I heard my dad and my human sister whisper the scariest word of all… “vet.”

Needles.
I hate needles.
Absolutely not.

So the next morning, I sprang into action. I quietly sneaked away and hid in the far corner of our property, right where the passion fruit vines grow wild and twist everywhere. I tucked myself in nice and tight, certain no one would ever find me. I was completely hidden. Invisible. A professional escape artist.

But then… disaster struck. 😱
My dad found me anyway.

My cover was blown. My plan had failed. Before I knew it, I was being escorted to the truck, headed straight to the vet. I gave my best dramatic sigh and put on my most pitiful “poor, innocent dog” face.

In the end, I was very brave, survived the needle situation, and lived to tell the tale. And yes… I absolutely deserved extra treats, praise, and cuddles afterward 💕

If there’s one thing everyone in our family knows about Rocky, it’s this—he loves to cuddle. And not just with one person… with everyone.

Dad? Rocky’s there.
Mom? Curled up beside her in record time.
My human sister? Already claimed.
Someone sits down for one second? Rocky appears like magic.

Rocky believes cuddles are a full-time job, and he takes his work very seriously. He leans, snuggles, stretches out, and somehow always manages to take up more space than you’d expect. He gives the best “I’m not moving” looks and the warmest comfort cuddles.

But no matter what time of day or night, Rocky is always on duty.

If he hears even the smallest sound, he switches into high-alert mode in no time. His ears shoot straight up, his body goes still, and he’s instantly ready—prepared to protect if needed. Whether it’s morning, afternoon, or the middle of the night, nothing gets past Rocky.

And when things calm down, he goes right back to his other important job.

Rocky also considers it his personal responsibility to pick up every crumb from the floor under the table. Dropped food? Gone. Tiny crumbs no one else notices? Found. Cleanup crew needed? Rocky is already on duty.

While I (Rosie) handle the drama and adventures, Rocky handles the love, the protection, and the floor maintenance.
He’s our family’s cuddle expert, always-on guard, and crumb inspector—all rolled into one 💕

— Rosie, Reporting on Rocky’s Many Talents 🐾😄

🐾 Rosie here… and yes, I have a confession. 🐾

One weekend, I was outside with my human sister and my dad. They were very busy talking about important things—something about planting avocado and Lychee trees, Lots of serious words.

Which meant…
They were distracted. 😏

And that gave me the perfect opportunity to have a little fun.

Then I saw them.

The chickens.
In the backyard.
Walking around like they owned the place.

I decided—very reasonably—that it was time for some excitement.

I ran.
They ran faster.
They cried like it was the end of the world.

🐔 Total chaos.

I managed to catch one and gently pinned her with my paw. She was flapping and screaming, and I just stood there staring at this little screamer, honestly not knowing what to do with her.

I paused for few seconds, thinking very hard:
Now what do I do?

I tried pressing my paw down a little, hoping she would calm down.

She did not.

That’s when I realized something very important.

I could see the trouble coming.
I could feel the trouble coming.
I was definitely… in big trouble.

I froze.

The chicken was screaming.
My human sister was yelling.
My brain stopped working.

And then I heard it.

The big voice.
The serious voice.
The voice that means all fun is officially over.

“ROSIE!”

At that moment, I knew.
This was not playtime.
This was not fun anymore.
This was a very poor life choice.

I slowly backed away, trying to look innocent, like, “I don’t know how this happened. I was just standing here.”

Spoiler alert: Dad did not believe me.

The chicken was rescued.
I was scolded.
And I learned an important lesson that day.

Chickens are not toys.
Dad’s voice is very powerful.
And distraction is my best friend.

— Rosie, Former Chicken Chaser 🐾😅

🐾 Rosie here… and this weekend was DELICIOUS. 🐾

One weekend, my family decided to take a little trip to Starbucks. I hopped into the truck with my mom, dad, and human sister, already knowing something good was about to happen. I could feel it in my paws.

And guess what?

PUP CUP.
MY PUP CUP. 🥰

As soon as we arrived, I sat very nicely in the car (good behavior is important when treats are involved). The smell of coffee filled the air, and then… magic happened.

Whipped cream.
Cold.
Fluffy.
Perfect.

Yummmmm 🤍😋

I enjoyed every single lick while my family laughed and watched me. Honestly, weekends don’t get much better than this—family time, a truck ride, and my favorite Starbucks treat.

Best. Trip. Ever.

🐕 Rocky’s Reaction:
Wait… you went to Starbucks and got a Pup Cup without me?!
I should’ve come too. 😤🐾

— Rosie, Pup Cup Enthusiast 🐾💕

🐾 Rosie here… and let me tell you what happened the other day. 🐾

Mommy was busy cooking in the kitchen, and honestly… things got a little wild. My human sister, my dad, and I were all talking, laughing, and playing right there in the kitchen. Noise everywhere. Total chaos.

Mommy finally had enough.

She turned around and said,
“Okay, that’s it. Everyone out of the kitchen.”

And just like that—
we were kicked out into the living room.

Well… almost everyone.

Because suddenly, Rocky turned into an award-winning actor.

He sat perfectly still.
Didn’t make a sound.
Looked at Mommy with those innocent eyes like,
“Oh Mama, I’m such a good boy.”

And guess what?

Rocky got to stay in the kitchen.
Hanging out with Mommy.
Probably looking for crumbs.
We all know how that goes.

The rest of us—Dad, my human sister, and me—were sent to the living room. Dad and my sister sat on the floor and told me I could sit on the rocker recliner. So I jumped right up there.

Then… the teasing started.

“Ohhh Rosieeeee,” they said,
“Look at you sitting on the rocker while we’re on the floor.”

I felt terrible.

I jumped right down to sit with them.

And that’s when I realized…

They were laughing.
They were teasing me!

Oh no.
Not today.

I decided it was revenge time—Rosie style.

I went straight for Dad’s face.
Then my sister’s face.

LICK.
SLOBBER.
SLAP.
AHHHH!

Mission accomplished.

Dad finally said,
“Okay, okay! Rosie, you can get back on the rocker!”

They didn’t want any more kisses.

Lesson learned:
Do. Not. Tease. Rosie.

Meanwhile, the little actor was still in the kitchen with Mommy, pretending to be quiet while secretly scanning the floor for crumbs.

And that, my friends, is how I handled the situation—
Rosie style.

🎥  Click the link below to watch part of it

— Rosie 🐶💛

🐾 Rosie here… and this was one of the scariest evenings of my life. 🐾

It was hurricane season, and one of the big storms was moving towards our area. The outer bands had already reached us. The sky grew dark, the wind began howling, and the rain came down hard. You could feel the storm getting stronger with every passing minute.

And of course…

I needed to go to the bathroom.

My dad grabbed my leash and took me outside, even though the rain had already soaked everything. We stood under our palm tree, hoping it would block at least some of the rain. The wind pushed against us, and the leaves above us shook wildly—like they were scared too.

I quickly finished my bathroom business, ready to run back inside.

That’s when it happened.

A huge gust of wind came out of nowhere—stronger than any before. The rain slammed down sideways, loud and forceful. Suddenly, we heard a deep, terrifying sound.

CRACK.

Not a small crack.
Not a branch snapping.

A giant crack, loud enough to stop everything.

I froze.
My ears shot up.
My heart started pounding.

Dad turned toward the sound just in time to see it.

A huge oak tree—one that had stood strong for years—was falling. It leaned, twisted, and came crashing down toward the power lines.

Time slowed.

The tree slammed into the lines and—

💥 BOOM!

A loud, explosion-like sound echoed through the evening. The wind screamed.

And then…

Everything went black.

The power went out instantly.

No lights.
No sounds from the house.
Only rain.
Only wind.
Only darkness.

Dad grabbed me close, and we ran back inside—soaked and shaking. My paws were wet, my fur was dripping, and my heart was racing… but we were safe.

That evening, I learned something I will never forget.

Storms are powerful.
Nature is strong.
And even the bravest bohemian shepherd dogs can feel scared.

But I also learned something else.

As long as I have my family with me,
I can face even the fiercest storms.

And even during hurricanes…
bathroom breaks can turn into adventures.

— Rosie, Hurricane Survivor 🐾🌪

🐕 Rocky says: “I heard the wind, the rain, AND a leaf move. Guard mode activated. No storm is sneaking past me.”

I learned something really important during this big storm.

Even when a hurricane is not fully here yet, strong winds and heavy rain can still be dangerous. Large trees can fall, and power lines can make loud, scary noises. That’s why it’s best to stay close to family during storms. And listen to the grown ups 

If the power goes out, staying calm and together makes a big difference. 

My dad was even able to capture this moment on his phone, showing just how powerful the storm really was.
👉 Click the purple link below to watch the storm that made my ears stand straight up!