"Roxy"

I finally gave in and allowed Kim the opportunity for another dog. She chose her favorite, a boxer, 8 weeks old, and she named her, "Roxy". I'm trying very hard to tolerated a dog in the house. Of course, we have rules, but rules seem to be set to be broken, and little Roxy is starting to take over the house!

However, to my surprise, I am starting to like this little dog. Dogs are like having another baby in the house. Are they pooping, peeing, whining, barking? Do they need food, water, or taken out to potty? Is it time for a nap, a walk, or to play? Are they into something? What's in their mouth? Are they teething? Do they need shots? Do they smell or need a bath? Do they need to be held and loved?

Someone suggested that Roxy is my new grandchild from Kim. I'm beginning to think so. Here's to hopefully a happy, joyful, fun, and good experience of a dog in our home. What's happening to me...this is not the norm...but I'm liking this experience so far. Gee Wizz!