Some of you may know me from occasional guest appearances on this blog. My name is Roxy and today is my day. My mom has been hogging the computer for weeks, but, now, it's finally my turn. Many people ask just what kind of dog I am. On paper, I am half Cairn Terrier and half Shih Tzu, however, I prefer to identify myself as princess of the house. I am also an extremely clever dog and have decided it's time I showed you just how smart I am. My mom thinks she taught me a lot of these things. Really, though, I was going to do them anyway and I just like to make her feel good.
When she says certain words to me, I will do all the usual stuff that humans seem to like so much, like sit, lie down, roll over, and speak (of course!).
But I can also shake...
and play dead:
Then there are the things I do just because they make my mom laugh...
For example, I tolerate this ridiculous sweater:
I balance a cookie on my nose and flip it into my mouth without dropping it (this is *really* embarrassing):
I let them put superhero masks on me:
And I make a point of *always* being the focal point of every picture. Even when I'm not:
Want to see the cutest picture ever? Here's me as a pup:
But before I let mom back on the computer, there are some things I do that make ME really happy, and well, those are the ones I really wanted to share with you today.
I always like to keep an eye on my mom to make sure she's safe:
I love to visit Walter the bunny:
Without being asked, I like to pose on all the tree stumps around my new farm:
I enjoy kayaking:
And I adore running on the beach:
But I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I really need a bath, a clipping and a nail cut. Yeah, my mom's thinking that, too. But I don't like baths...
and I HATE going to the groomer.
I become Evil Dog when either of these two things happen. I can't help it. My hair gets all snarled and it's impossible to get a brush through it. We've tried everything. Unfortunately, Mom keeps telling me I smell and Dad keeps pulling huge clumps of matted fur off me, so Mom has made me an appointment at the groomer for this Friday. I'm pretending I don't know. However, I've got it all worked out. I'm going to hide the morning of the appointment and see if she can find me. It'll be really funny. Besides, do you blame me?? Here's what happened last time she took me to that place...
Do you blame me for being a bit unnerved about Friday?
Bye for now,