Forrest is a Genius

You may recall that when we first brought Rock home, I equated him to Forrest Gump.  He moved slow, was very sweet, but he could run when he needed to.  He seemed to be missing a few screws, but now I know he was just taking it all in, learning the layout of the land, and figuring out his place in an already established herd with new humans who have different behaviors and expectations from where