Nicknames: Larry, LoudMouth Larry, Ham, Hammy, Shark, lambchop, little lamby, gusto, savage, savage ham, hamchop, rude guy roxy, grossnic, stinky pete, the carrion kid, francois' (see her "french" mustache)
Birthday: January 10th 2001
Likes: playing ball, swimming, burping in our faces and snow baths
Pet-Peeves: People who don't throw the ball quick enough
Arrival Story: We had been to visit several shelters looking for the perfect dog for us with no luck. We had all but given up when we saw Roxy: but another family was interested in her. Oh well, we thought this was not the day for us to find our dog. Well, we found that we just didn't want to leave that shelter that day and just kept walking around the shelter. Lo and behold, the other family chose a different dog and we walked by Roxy again and of course she looked right into our eyes. I bent down to rub her tummy through the cage and we took her out to play a little ball. That was the end of that Ã¢â‚¬â€œ she was the newest member of our family and it's been love ever since.
Bio: Rules of life according to Roxy:
1. Use your cuteness to take advantage of people
2. Share your fresh breath with everyone
3. Personal space is overrated and meant to be violated
4. Stare them down until they give you their food
5. Treat each piece of dropped food as a face off, everyone for themselves
6. A free hand is just that free and should be used to scratch ones back
7. Riding shotgun in the car isn't a privilege, it's a right
8. People make good rug mats
9. Nothing says I care like a well placed shot to the gut
10. Life is short, get as much tummy rubbing as possible.
Roxy didn’t have to earn her wings, she had them when she came to us. She was an angel sent straight from heaven to be with us. Roxy brought light, love and laughter into our lives like no one else.
She suckered me in from the first moment I looked into her beautiful eyes at the shelter.
Gusto! That’s how she lived her life! Gusto with love, with laughter, with FOOD, with Max and Kodi, with frisbee, swimming and ball, with camping with exploring, with Boating - oh she loved a boat ride - the wind in her hair! We are the most blessed family that ever was because of Roxy.
For the best 12 years of my life, Roxy was my sidekick and the center of our family.
God carried our precious Hammy safely and peacefully home to his side. The angels were singing! All of the dogs who have gone before her welcomed her and she is happy, young and healthy again! Barking at everyone :).
She loved to make people happy and to see them laugh! (almost as much as she loved food!) We will shed tears because she is not physically with us. But we will remember how much she loved to make us happy and keep that knowledge as close to our hearts as Roxy will always be.
We are better people for having known her. God blessed us with Roxy and for that we are so very thankful.
We've started getting up before the sun to walk with the peeps during the weekdays
For some reason we do not understand, the peeps want to stay in bed FOREVER on the weekends!
It drives us crazy.
5:45 a.m. rolls around and we're jumping on the people, smacking them in the face with our noses and paws trying to get them outta bed.
We're creatures of habit, not just 5 days a week habits...all 7 days.
I mean what does it matter to us, getting up early, we've got all day to nap.
As you all may know, I am what you might call a garbage hound.
I gobble up whatevfur I can get my paws on.
which lately, includes, Max's food, my food, the peeps food.
On our visit to the lake today,
the peeps noticed my big round buddha bellay is a little rounder these days
and *gasp* I'm not as tenacious this year with the laketime frisbee
This is quite disturbing.
Last year, I was superHam!
Powering through the water after my frisbee for a full hour!
I was a true athlete. Rippling hammy muscles and all.
This year, eh, not so much.
So despite the mean peeps calling me a fat ham (mean, just mean), Mom is putting me back on the road to my peak form again.
This means, eating only my food *GASP, I'm gonna starve!*
and back to our morning workouts at the Lake - which I LOVE!
Well, there's good and bad, in everything.
I don't really appreciate the new nickname, Marlon Ham-O.
Not funny, peeps, Not funny.