I never thought my heart could twist in so many directions until I got that call from the shelter. "Jason, there's someone you might want to see," said Marla, the director. You guessed it, it was Rocky—my old buddy. Two years had passed since I lost him, and fate decided we meet again in the shelter of all places. As I walked in, his eyes lit up, tail wagging like a flag in the wind. I couldn’t believe it. There he was, my Rocky. But as I reached out to him, he did something that left everyone speechless...
Rocky just stopped, stared at me for a second, and then went nuts—barking and sprinting around the room like a whirlwind. Everyone in the shelter looked surprised, including Marla. Dogs usually greet their owners with a wag or a cuddle, but Rocky seemed on a mission of his own. The sound of his paws echoed, bouncing off the walls. I reached down, trying to regain his attention. "Rocky, hey buddy, calm down," I said, but it was like he couldn’t hear me at all.