Leave a bone for Roxy Nicknames: Larry, lambchop, little lamby, gusto, savage, savage ham, ham, hamchop, rude guy roxy, grossnic, stinky pete, the carrion kid, francois' (see her "french" mustache) Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-dog rescue
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 Favorite Toy: tennis ball, snow, water, squeaky toys Favorite Food: anything! carrion Favorite Walk: the dog park Best Tricks: begging and getting the ball! 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 – 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. Forums Motto: Got something to say? Shout it! The Groups I'm In: "DOGSTERHOLICS", Barkers Unable To Teetotal (BUTT), D.A.M.N! - Dogs Against Maternal Neurosis!, Dyson Dogster/Catster, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, Pawsome Pages, Second Bananas Unite!
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.
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.
