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The Life and Times of Roxie

Early Thanksgiving Day!

I'm all giggly and weepy today (happy weepy) cause it's 1 year ago today that Mom gotcha'd me. Like a lot of you pups, I had a sad story to tell. My original owners couldn't keep me. The people they gave me to didn't really want me, so they didn't take good care of me, and they had big mean doggies that chewed up my ears. Then the earthly guardian angels came into my life. Thanks from the tip of my little black nose to the end of my cotton candy tail to:

Miss Toni, who saved me even tho she couldn't keep me, and took me to the vet and the groomer (yucky shaved-to-the-skin hairdo) so someone would want to adopt me....then she called

Miss Barbara, who runs SOS (Save Our Small) Dog Rescue who put me up on Petfinder where I was seen by

My New Mom, who looked every week or so to find another homeless dog to save, cause she figured she had enough room and love to share with one more. When she saw me, she just knew I was the one. She hurried up and contacted Miss Barbara, and when all the rescue "red tape" done, she came to meet me and took me home...where I met

Itchie. New Mom took us for a walk together, and then to the dog door so I could learn how to use it. Itchie could tell I was nervous and confused, and believe it or not, he was very nice to me. He didn't bite my ears or try to steal my food, and he even let Mom pet and scratch me as much as I wanted. So even tho he picks on me, teases me and steals my toys (gee, just like a real brother), I have to thank him, too, for sharing his home with me (if not his toys).

Dogster. Mom didn't know how to take care of a Bichon....we are "high maintenance" after all, so she came here to get lotsa good information. And then I was invited to join

BLC...Bichon Lovers Clubhouse, where it's like a second home, with so many friends...they're really more like family. They welcomed me and even Itchie (an honorary Bichon) and make us feel like we're part of a very special group.

So ya see why it's Thanksgiving to me. My home may not be the biggest or fanciest in the world, but the operative word is "HOME".. where I finally feel safe and wanted, and especially loved.

The man in the brown suit.

The man in the brown suit came to the door again today, with another package in his hand. We barked at the truck, like we're supposed to, and when he left, Mom wouldn't let us see what was in the box. Could it be something for me? It couldn't be for Itchie...he's too much of a scoundrel. Oooooh, red sweater, red sweater please, to show off my beautiful growing-in fluff. Or maybe a new stuffed toy. Itchie hid the foxy that Mom bought specially for me. And he steals all the toys he had before mom adopted me. Won't let me have anything unless I grrrr at him. I don't like to grrr, but sometimes I get so flustrated I just let him have it. Then he goes and looks at Mom like "I" did something wrong. But he let's me keep the toy. I mean it's not like there aren't enough around here. You can hardly walk without stepping on something. But whatever I pick up, he has to have. And he hogs Mom's lap, too. Just when I get all settled in like a lady, on the sofa with my head on her leg, he comes and tries to flop over the whole lap. She has to push him onto his "own" leg so I can have some room. Gee, I know he was here first, but gimme a break. I'm a lady, and I am older (just a little). He should show me a little respect, dontcha think? I'll bet Santa Paws puts coal in his stocking!

Roxie's Christmas Wish

On the night before Christmas
as we slept by Mom's head
Some noises awoke us!
We sprang from the bed.
Two big doggie stockings
lay under the tree,
And new Christmas sweaters for
Itchie and me.

Then we saw dear Santa with
leashes in hand.
"Come with me
sweet puppies.
We'll travel the land.
I finished up early.
The presents are gone.
Now I want to show you
what else I have done."

"I thought about doggies and
kitty cats who
Came from shelters where
nobody loved them...like you.
Those poor little creatures who
came from a place
where people were mean to them.
What a disgrace!"

And as we went flying all
over the skies
A vision of miracles
greeted our eyes.
The shelters were empty!
The puppy mills gone!
No strays on the streets
"Santa! What have you done?"

I gave the kind-hearted a
gift for the soul...
Someone to love them and
make their lives whole.
A furever friend who would
love them, like you
Made your Mommy's life
fuller and happier, too.

Then off we flew home back
to our Mommy's side.
What a wonderful Christmas!
Woof! What a ride.
With our heads in our paws we went
right back to sleep
With beautiful, furever memories
to keep.

Hope it wasn't just a dream!

Roxie