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Showing posts with label Roxy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roxy. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
My Upper
I don't drink. I don't smoke. Or do anything remotely "bad". I garden. A fix that always puts a smile on my face.
I can lose myself for hours in the yard: digging, planting, yanking out what I just planted, planting again.
I'll keep going until I'm covered in sweat and dirt, a smell so bad even Roxy turns her wet nose up at me. It's my therapy. A natural high that lasts long after I've washed off the last speck of the garden...like nailing crow in yoga or finding those kick ass shoes you've been looking for all year...on sale. It's my upper, what's yours?
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Laziest guard dog I ever did see...
Roxy protecting her turf from afar...watching workers in the neighbor's backyard.
So, is she going to bark or just hypnotize them with her good looks?
So, is she going to bark or just hypnotize them with her good looks?
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Meet Roxy
At twelve-weeks-old
Roxy looked sweet and innocent...
HA! After just a few days in the house we
realized just how dumb our previous dogs were compared to Roxy.Border Collies aren’t like other pooches. Even a rescue mix like Roxy will outsmart you over and over again.
Before she turned one Roxy
left teeth marks in every slipcover in the
house. Demolished two rugs. Ate a corner of the family room couch.
Gobbled up five dog beds. And shredded a dozen tennis balls. PLUS, she chewed part of our back porch railing
and the siding on the garage. WTF! Somehow, doing the damage when our backs
were turned. She's as sneaky as can be, quietly coming up behind you and poking
you with her wet nose, trying to push you to go where she wants to go (something
Border Collies do when they are herding sheep).
I’ve
had dogs since I was a kid and know how to raise them but jeez, this dog
was a royal pain. Our old dogs Crash and Thor did little damage when they
were puppies. Sure, Crash ate a plate of chocolate chip cookies, but she survived.
And yep, Thor flooded the kitchen with pee most days but that’s it. Roxy
was like a hungry two-year-old loose in a candy store.. How they heck were we
going to reign in this bad girl? Slowly but surely, after countless walks, hours of training and trips to the Pet
Smart toy isle Roxy started to calm down a bit. And now at
two-and-a-half years later Roxy’s finally shaped up and settled in..
My
daughter’s head over heels in love with her – and so am I.
I can’t bear to
think of life without Roxy some day. Sure, she still bounces off the walls at
times chasing down tennis balls, decapitates rabbits in the backyard and
keeps bringing her snack toy to you until you give in and fill it up with peanut
butter.
But Roxy no longer eats the house or runs it. She’s turning out to be the best dog ever – sweet, loving and smart as a fox.
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