I have been meaning to post for a while now, but have been a combination of busy and lazy. March 29th was Roxy's 3rd birthday. So in dog years, that makes her 21.
Roxy was Jeremy's graduation present. He begged and begged until I finally caved in. I am not a pet person at all. But once we got the little furball, she was instantly a part of the family. She was a true champ through the hurricane and all our subsequent moves. We do all the dumb things pet people do- dress her up, let her hang out the car window, and even though we haven't yet bought a pet stroller, I did let her test out Shelby's stroller before she was born. We even make her a "cake" every year.
I have to admit that sometimes I get very aggravated with how hyper she can be around other people (she is such a social dog), and with all the dog hair. When we thought we were going to be moving into an apartment, we talked about giving her away because we didn't want her to be couped up in a tiny place. I am glad we didn't have to go that route. We would be very sad. She has been a good dog, and Shelby loves her. I know as Shelby gets older she will only love her more and more.
2 comments:
what is roxy eating??? it looks like a raw hamburger patty.
It's canned dog food with french fry candles. Yum!
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