Roxann
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| My Sweet Roxann |
This is my Roxann. She was one of the best doggies I ever knew. She was a very smart girl. She would ring a bell to go outside, she could open the door to get back in, She would walk backwards up the stairs if asked to do so.
When we first brought her home she didn't want to eat. We would put a bit of food in front of her and make a trail of kibble to her dish until she ate. She liked to eat with us in the room with her and hated being left alone. Period. HATED being left alone. Roxy was a mere 6 week old puppy when we got her. She was taken with us almost everywhere we went back then. ( If my hubby carried her in the stores or parks the ladies would just flock around to pet the cutest puppy) ( He loved it ) I was laid off from my construction job for the winter and so she had a constant companion in me. If we left the house without her she would bark and scream (it sounded like screaming to me anyway) When my hubby went to work I saw what she would do. She would just sit on the couch with her front legs crossed over the top of it looking out the window for hours just waiting on him to return,sigh, it was both endearing and pitiful at the same time. If she saw us getting ready to leave she would take one of our shoes and hide it. She did not chew them or mark them, she would just hide them so you could not leave. Serious, I tell you the truth, I had, on more than one occasion, to go buy new shoes because she had hidden one of every pair. Not funny at the time, really. If I was lucky enough to find my shoes, she would just hold your foot in her mouth while I scooted out the door.Made me really sad to leave such a girl alone at home. When we returned it was an awesome welcome. Just Seeing her 78 pound body wiggling and jumping around like a bowl of jelly just a howling and squealing with joy made me smile and find joy no matter what my mood might have been.
I loved her like crazy and my kids loved her too. A super good family dog, she was so tender and emotional you would think she was a human. Raised with a cat and birds and turtles, and oh yes, hamsters, she learned to be gentle and forgiving early. The way she always seemed to know when anyone she loved needed a kiss or a laugh. I miss her so much every day. But what really struck me after she passed is how every time I find my shoes together I feel a pain and emptiness in my heart that is a constant reminder that I had a wonderful furiend that left some big paw prints to fill.
When we first brought her home she didn't want to eat. We would put a bit of food in front of her and make a trail of kibble to her dish until she ate. She liked to eat with us in the room with her and hated being left alone. Period. HATED being left alone. Roxy was a mere 6 week old puppy when we got her. She was taken with us almost everywhere we went back then. ( If my hubby carried her in the stores or parks the ladies would just flock around to pet the cutest puppy) ( He loved it ) I was laid off from my construction job for the winter and so she had a constant companion in me. If we left the house without her she would bark and scream (it sounded like screaming to me anyway) When my hubby went to work I saw what she would do. She would just sit on the couch with her front legs crossed over the top of it looking out the window for hours just waiting on him to return,sigh, it was both endearing and pitiful at the same time. If she saw us getting ready to leave she would take one of our shoes and hide it. She did not chew them or mark them, she would just hide them so you could not leave. Serious, I tell you the truth, I had, on more than one occasion, to go buy new shoes because she had hidden one of every pair. Not funny at the time, really. If I was lucky enough to find my shoes, she would just hold your foot in her mouth while I scooted out the door.Made me really sad to leave such a girl alone at home. When we returned it was an awesome welcome. Just Seeing her 78 pound body wiggling and jumping around like a bowl of jelly just a howling and squealing with joy made me smile and find joy no matter what my mood might have been.
I loved her like crazy and my kids loved her too. A super good family dog, she was so tender and emotional you would think she was a human. Raised with a cat and birds and turtles, and oh yes, hamsters, she learned to be gentle and forgiving early. The way she always seemed to know when anyone she loved needed a kiss or a laugh. I miss her so much every day. But what really struck me after she passed is how every time I find my shoes together I feel a pain and emptiness in my heart that is a constant reminder that I had a wonderful furiend that left some big paw prints to fill.
