Roxanne cont'd

I have discovered 3 things about rescuing dogs from shelters

1) The sadder the eyes, the more likely they are to find a home
2) The sweeter the pup at the shelter, the more of a hellion they'll be when they get home
3) The low price of a shelter dog is offset by the price of replacing what said beast chews up.

Once Roxie felt secure enough about her ability to win us over with cute looks, she started getting into everything. Among the victims of her chewing exploits were the cable tv wire, my husband's battery -operated heated hunting gloves, and just one disk (but not both) of a brand new Sony Playstation game. And that was just in the living room.

Not soon after she I arrived, I had to purchase besides the usual collar and other puppy paraphenalia, a covered laundry hamper. This was to ensure that my socks would have toes when I put them on, and also that I didn't own crotchless panties not bought at Frederick's of Hollywood.

Roxie not only gave herself her own name, she also gave me the name I use on the internet. I bought my computer around the beginning of July one year, and soon discovered the wide world of chatrooms. Well, I had to have a nickname, but I just couldn't think of anything that wasn't already assigned to someone. (I hate when I think I have found a name I believe noone on Earth would think of and then, click, "sorry that nickname is taken" pops up.)
Being that it was the day before Independence Day, alot of folks in the hood were shooting off fireworks. At the moment I was down to my last idea for a nickname Roxie jumped in my lap, knocking my iced tea all over my keyboard. I told her what a fraidycat she was, then thought to myself, no she's a fraidydog.....and so here I am.

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The last of the 4 legged family members......Rosie