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The Adventures of Roxy

Letter to Roxy

My Dearest Roxy,

You have been gone for six (6) agonizing months now. I knew this would be hard but I had no idea that your absence would create such a hole in my life. When I agreed to let you go to your new home, I was told that I would get to visit you. But it was a lie. And the idea of never seeing you again is more than I can bear. I know that you are probably waiting for me to come get you... just like all those time before when I would go away for a business trip and then come get you. I know you loved those times. They were like little vacations where you could play with your friends, eat lots of treats, and even misbehave. But we have never been separated for this long, have we?

Things in your new home must be a little confusing right now, but be brave. We are all praying that G-d will provide the answer that is best for all of us. And I have faith that you will get to come home soon. Your friends all miss you and I wait eagerly for the day I can hold you in my arms again.

-Your Mommy

My new life starts today

I know that something big is happening. My weeks now my Mommy has been upset. She has pretended nothing is wrong: taking me on long walks, going on playdates; and taking me to Dogwood every week. But my doggie senses tell me otherwise.

This weekend I tried to stay close to Mommy to comfort her and protect her from whatever is upsetting her. I didn't smell anything bad and we just saw all our usual walking buddies. But then yesterday Mommy packed up all my toys, clothes and bags into the car. She took me for a ride to a new area and we visited my human friend from Dogwood Daycare. I was very excited to see her and I got to sniff all around her home. Mommy left my things there which confused me a little, but I didn't care because I remembered that I had hidden some of my favorite cookies and my ball in the blanket. We walked a little around the area and then went back home where I got to eat steak for dinner! Mommy let me stay on her lap all night and we fell asleep together. I woke up and went to my crate when Mommy went to her room, but I couldn't sleep. I got up and paced around looking for any menacing bugs or things. But there wasn't anything out of place... just Mommy crying in the other room. I went to the door and made a little bark to let Mommy know I was there. She got up and came out. I thought she might get mad since I'm not allowed to bark in the house, but she just asked me what was wrong. So I led her to the blanket and dug up a cookie for her. I got the biggest one and put it in her lap. I hoped it would cheer her up. She didn't want it though. So I did all my best tricks to make her happy. She liked that alot. She seemed happy again so we laid down together and I snuggled up under her chin like I did when I was very little. I did my best to comfort her. My senses told me Mommy was hurt somewhere but I couldn't find the spot. I think maybe it was her eyes because they were leaking a lot like mine do when it's dusty. So I kept washing her face and I stayed with Mommy until the sun came up.

This morning I was very tired and only took Mommy for a short walk. I ate all of my breakfast and then started to settle down for my morning nap when Mommy picked up my crate and asked me if I wanted to go "Bye-Bye". I didn't think it was my day for Dogwood, but Mommy picked up my leash and held the front door open so I got up and followed her out to the car. At Dogwood, I could still feel Mommy's pain. So I hesitated for a moment before going in. Mommy bent down and rubbed my ears and kissed my head. She told me to go on in. So I gave her my biggest smile and went in to play with my friends...

FOOTNOTE: Today Roxy will be going to live with her new Mommy. Circumstances beyond my control have made it necessary to move Roxy to a new home and we were blessed to find a perfect match. Hopefully, Roxy's new Mom will continue to add journal entries for us all to enjoy.

New Age Dog Torture... I HATE clothes.

Well, I think Mommy has FINALLY given up on dressing me in these g-d awful outfits. When I was puppy it was okay. After all, I'd get cold. So I didn't mind the occasional fleece top. But then she started putting me in dresses and costumes. And people would point at me and laugh! It was SO embarassing. I would try and hide whenever I saw her pull out some new pink thing for me to wear. But this never worked. She would always make me wear the thing for a photo or to go somewhere. I'd rather go to the vet's office and get shots!

The newest torture she stuffed me in was an Aloha print dress. I just sat on the sofa and sulked. I wouldn't even touch the salmon treat she gave me. That made her worry and she fussed over me until she decided to take off the dress. This made me so happy that I jumped all over her and gave her hundres of kisses. She said to me, "Is that what's wrong? You don't like your clothes?" I wagged my tail so hard it almost fell off. Then she went and got the whole bag of outfits and pulled them out one at a time. I put my ears down and tried to look as pitiful as possible. She said," Ohhhhh."

Today, I overheard her tell Daddy that she had put all my clothes on some cool website called Rehash (www.rehashclothes.com) where she could get rid of them.

Whew! I am so relieved.