I haven't posted in awhile! What have we missed?
Since I last updated the blog, I have started an Instagram page just for Roxie. You can follow her @roxiehart_thechicagogrey. I typically post a couple of times per week. I can't help it! She's so cute! I am by no means a professional photographer, so I can never quite capture the full beauty of the moment, but you can at least get the gist of it.
Roxie LOVES the new apartment still. It's so open she can always see where we are. It makes being a velcro dog so much easier. Plus, the bed is still with us. That is important. She loves bed.
We took Roxie on another road-trip! This time we took her to Utah to visit my family. I was in heaven the whole time. Both of my dogs by my side all day for a week. Could life get any better than that? I think the Utah trip deserves it's own post, so I'll start working on that.
We hope you all had wonderful holidays. Tune in again soon for the adventures of doggie road tripping :)
Mary & Roxie
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Saturday, January 7, 2017
Saturday, May 7, 2016
A Waggily Tale
As you may know, Roxie runs in her sleep. Her paws will move, her whiskers will twitch, and her breathing gets just a little bit faster. After having her for a few months, she started to bark in her sleep. They certainly aren't full barks. More like high-pitched grunts. They're sleep barks! They are pretty adorable. She's pretty adorable.
Roxie also has this stretching routine she does when she wakes up. First she goes downward dog, stretching her front paws, then she does her back paws (upward dog?), then she shakes off. She'll do this 4 or 5 times in a row first thing in the morning when it's time to get up and go out for a potty break. Once she didn't shake off after stretching front and back. I sat in my seat cringing until she finally did. Haha. Oh how we get so used to routines.
Well, Roxie has started a new thing in her sleep. It's happened 2 times in the past week. She wags her tail. That's right! She is sleep wagging her tail! I've always wondered what she dreams about, and I've always hoped they were good dreams. With her past, you never really know if it comes back up in her subconscious. I hope not. However, now I know she's having at least partially good dreams! Just the other morning I was laying in bed next to her, and I hear this thump. Then a quick thump thump thump thump right in a row. Then she was done. I didn't even get to roll over to see it, I just heard it. The sound alone made my heart melt.
Rhett was the first to notice her sleep-wagging. He said it went on for a few minutes, and as soon as he had his camera up to grab a video, she stopped, of course.
Let me tell you something about Roxie's tail. It's docked slightly. Sometime before we got her, she broke a tooth and last 1/4 of her tail got docked. We don't know how or when, but it doesn't seem to cause her pain or distress. You may notice that a Greyhound's tail curls up at the end. Her's doesn't. No biggie. We love her just the same. Now let me tell you something else about her tail. She rarely wagged it when we first got her. It took a few weeks to see it wag, and a few months to see it wag for more than a few seconds. Now she wags it every time we come home. I walk in from work, waggy tail. We walk in from church, waggy tail. We walk in from date night, waggy tail. Rhett walks in from grocery shopping, waggy tail. You get the picture :)
Most greyhounds will wag their tails in big circles, I don't know if it's muscle memory or now permanent muscle contractions on her behind, or if she just doesn't know how to properly wag her tail, but Roxie's tail stays down when it wags. For the first few months we had her, the tail was almost constantly tucked. She still tucks it a lot, but not when we're inside, safe from all the scary things that happen outside (let me tell you, EVERYTHING outside is scary). So her tail wags side-to-side, just staying off her back legs. She sure can get some speed on it, though. The only time I've seen it go in circles like a "normal" greyhound, is when she gets to sprint on the beach. I think that's a balance thing for her, though; the tail kind of has to go out back, and it circles just because she bounces when she runs. Then at any sign of distress, it goes right back between those legs. That is just how her tail does.
This was the tale of Roxie's waggily tail. It's the most adorable tail I've ever seen. My Chicago Dog <3
Mary
Here's photos for comparison of tails: Roxie's is quite a bit shorter than Tory's, as you can see, and it doesn't curl up at the end (it looks like it's starting to), she also keeps her tail more pointed down in general. In the second picture she's slightly tucking her tail, a fairly normal position for it.
Roxie also has this stretching routine she does when she wakes up. First she goes downward dog, stretching her front paws, then she does her back paws (upward dog?), then she shakes off. She'll do this 4 or 5 times in a row first thing in the morning when it's time to get up and go out for a potty break. Once she didn't shake off after stretching front and back. I sat in my seat cringing until she finally did. Haha. Oh how we get so used to routines.
Well, Roxie has started a new thing in her sleep. It's happened 2 times in the past week. She wags her tail. That's right! She is sleep wagging her tail! I've always wondered what she dreams about, and I've always hoped they were good dreams. With her past, you never really know if it comes back up in her subconscious. I hope not. However, now I know she's having at least partially good dreams! Just the other morning I was laying in bed next to her, and I hear this thump. Then a quick thump thump thump thump right in a row. Then she was done. I didn't even get to roll over to see it, I just heard it. The sound alone made my heart melt.
Rhett was the first to notice her sleep-wagging. He said it went on for a few minutes, and as soon as he had his camera up to grab a video, she stopped, of course.
Let me tell you something about Roxie's tail. It's docked slightly. Sometime before we got her, she broke a tooth and last 1/4 of her tail got docked. We don't know how or when, but it doesn't seem to cause her pain or distress. You may notice that a Greyhound's tail curls up at the end. Her's doesn't. No biggie. We love her just the same. Now let me tell you something else about her tail. She rarely wagged it when we first got her. It took a few weeks to see it wag, and a few months to see it wag for more than a few seconds. Now she wags it every time we come home. I walk in from work, waggy tail. We walk in from church, waggy tail. We walk in from date night, waggy tail. Rhett walks in from grocery shopping, waggy tail. You get the picture :)
Most greyhounds will wag their tails in big circles, I don't know if it's muscle memory or now permanent muscle contractions on her behind, or if she just doesn't know how to properly wag her tail, but Roxie's tail stays down when it wags. For the first few months we had her, the tail was almost constantly tucked. She still tucks it a lot, but not when we're inside, safe from all the scary things that happen outside (let me tell you, EVERYTHING outside is scary). So her tail wags side-to-side, just staying off her back legs. She sure can get some speed on it, though. The only time I've seen it go in circles like a "normal" greyhound, is when she gets to sprint on the beach. I think that's a balance thing for her, though; the tail kind of has to go out back, and it circles just because she bounces when she runs. Then at any sign of distress, it goes right back between those legs. That is just how her tail does.
This was the tale of Roxie's waggily tail. It's the most adorable tail I've ever seen. My Chicago Dog <3
Mary
Here's photos for comparison of tails: Roxie's is quite a bit shorter than Tory's, as you can see, and it doesn't curl up at the end (it looks like it's starting to), she also keeps her tail more pointed down in general. In the second picture she's slightly tucking her tail, a fairly normal position for it.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Dog Dreams: A Play
Scene: Mary is sitting on the couch, feet propped up, the clock reads 3:30 in the morning. She working on her computer, namely class work for school. Roxie is laying next to her, down near her feet, front paws curled under, nose tucked down, and back paws stretched out to dangle off the couch.
Mary: type type type
Roxie: twitch
Mary: stops typing to look at Roxie.
Roxie: twitch
Roxie: high pitched "woof"
Roxie: "Woof. Woofwoofwoofwoofwoof." More twitching.
Mary: "Roxie are you dreaming?"
Roxie: -----
Mary: "I'll take that as a yes." Continues on with school work.
End Scene.
This is quite typical. Roxie sleep barks at least once or twice a week. They're little, I wish I could hear her real bark again, but boy are they cute little sleep-woofs. I wonder if she dreams about Rhett and me? I wonder if she has nightmares? I hope not. Or maybe she has dreams of chasing rabbits and squirrels and cats? I hope one day we get to know what our dogs dream about. She just woke up and looked at me. I think she knows I'm typing about her now and not doing my schoolwork. She's a good chaperone for that. I guess I'll get back to work.
Have a good day, all!
Roxie and Roxie's mom
Some Visuals for reference: First picture, feet propped on the couch, Roxie laying by them. Second picture, Roxie in her artists' cap. Third picture: A paw dangling over the couch.
Mary: type type type
Roxie: twitch
Mary: stops typing to look at Roxie.
Roxie: twitch
Roxie: high pitched "woof"
Roxie: "Woof. Woofwoofwoofwoofwoof." More twitching.
Mary: "Roxie are you dreaming?"
Roxie: -----
Mary: "I'll take that as a yes." Continues on with school work.
End Scene.
This is quite typical. Roxie sleep barks at least once or twice a week. They're little, I wish I could hear her real bark again, but boy are they cute little sleep-woofs. I wonder if she dreams about Rhett and me? I wonder if she has nightmares? I hope not. Or maybe she has dreams of chasing rabbits and squirrels and cats? I hope one day we get to know what our dogs dream about. She just woke up and looked at me. I think she knows I'm typing about her now and not doing my schoolwork. She's a good chaperone for that. I guess I'll get back to work.
Have a good day, all!
Roxie and Roxie's mom
Some Visuals for reference: First picture, feet propped on the couch, Roxie laying by them. Second picture, Roxie in her artists' cap. Third picture: A paw dangling over the couch.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
The American Greyhound Picnic
It's been awhile! Roxie has been keeping us busy, you know all that sleep wears a dog out ;)
On September 12 Rhett, Roxie, and I got to experience our very first American Greyhound picnic, down in somewhere, Indiana. About an hour and a half away. They do it annually. There's costume contests, a dog run, vendors, groomers, photographers, etc. It is quite the ordeal! We had a blast. Everyone knew or knew of Roxie. She's just famous. I finally got to meet Sharon, who did our whole adoption. She interviewed us over the phone, called our references, and approved us to adopt. It was great to actually meet her face to face after so much phone time. Barbara, who was Roxie's foster mom was also there, and it was good to see her, too. We keep in contact via text. Especially those first few months we had Roxie and had lots of questions/updates for her. Roxie spent 3 months or so with Barb after all. It wouldn't have been a greyhound event without seeing Julie, Roxie's dog-sitter and honrary aunt. I made some new friends there, too. Roxie of course snubbed all of them, including Julie and Barbara. They are scary...
Roxie's emotions of the day went as follows:
You're packing up chairs and food? OMG why?! Fear.
You got my leash! Hooray! I love going with you! Joy.
We get to go in the car?! Hooray! Joy.
Oh no, there's a scary person in the crosswalk we're stopped at. Fear.
Oh good, we're on the highway. Content.
Snooze.
Arrive at the picnic. What? Where are we? Curious.
Get out of the car. There are people 20 feet away. Fear.
The whole first half of the picnic terror. Why are all of these people fawning over me?? Tell them to stop petting me cuz I'm too scared to... Oh when will the horror end?! (She's a bit of a drama queen).
To the dog run. No leash?? Joy!!! Run and play! Be the center of attention. All these male dogs are really liking me. I'm so cute. I'm so tricksy. (She waits till they're all distracted then bolts off in the opposite direction so she has a head start, they of course follow.) This is weird that I'm not the fastest dog here. When we go to the beach I'm always the fastest dog. Play! Fun! Tired now...
After that our pretty girl was much more relaxed around the people at the picnic. There was a silent auction, but we didn't win anything. We did, however, get to dress Roxie up in adorable snoods and collars to see what we liked. We also bought her the most beautiful winter coat. We've been wanting one since last year. All we had before was a fleece lined windbreaker. No bueno. She just looks adorable! And it's thick and warm. Best part is, all the proceeds from buying the coat went straight back to American Greyhound.
Even better, Julie gave me the name of a woman who makes collars for Grey's. (If you didn't know, they require a special collar cuz their heads are the same size as their necks. A regular collar just comes right off.) We just ordered a purple collar for Roxie. She's gonna look so beautiful :D Rhett laughs at me for always wanting different color snoods, scarves, booties, collars, coats, and costumes for her. She's just so pretty, how can I help myself?!
Overall, the picnic was a success. My mini cupcakes went pretty fast. The hamburgers and sides were delicious. I give it an A+. The only problem was that we got rained on. Roxie wasn't a fan. She got laughed at by a guy who's dog she took shelter under. Yes, under. Just like she would do with Bob, her brother. She's so small compared to all the other Grey's! What the guy was really laughing at though, was that she sat under his dog. She just backed up and sat so his dog was standing over most of her. Silly girl... That's what we get for teaching her to sit. (Side note: Greyhounds don't natually sit. They stand or lay because of their build.)
Now for the part of the picnic that wasn't so great. Rhett and I were getting ready to go, I had my Tupperware and was standing near a pavilion, Rhett had Roxie and was walking towards me from another pavilion. It was raining and kind of cold. Suddenly we both heard this yelping and whining. From my standpoint I looked over and saw a man wrestling his greyhound, it looked like he was trying to get a collar on her. Several Grey's on leashes stared at her and started to make growling and barking noises. Then she got away and bolted towards a group of trees that lined the highway. Something spooked her. A small group of people ran towards the fence that lined through the trees when one of them ran back and said to us all, "she doesn't have a collar on!" At this point everyone ran down there, myself included, only to see that there was a large gap in the fence. Two women immediately started crying, several people started running along the highway to look for her. A few others were calling for someone to bring a hot dog. Luckily, I had a hamburger patty in my pocket (we were using it in pieces as treats for Roxie). As I pulled it out, Rhett caught up to me. I looked at him, and I could hardly speak. My eyes had watered up. I told him that she didn't have a collar on and she got out, and I had to go help look for her (at this point the only thing holding me back was my Tupperware in hand, and wanting to let Rhett know that I was going out there). He said, "I know, give me the patty." He handed me Roxie's leash, kissed my cheek, and without another word he left. I think he knew if I were to see something horrible, I'd lose it, and my own safety could be at risk so near the highway. (Funny, I'm a nurse, and I've seen horrible things on/in/done to people, and I can put on my nurse face and I help them. With dogs, there are no words. I can't see sad things happen to them without crying. My nurse face is only good around two legged people.)
After a few minutes looking around the gap in the fence, some people were coming back to get in their cars and drive along the highway to look for her. There was a small group of us left at the pavilion. Every single one of us had a silent prayer on our lips as we went about organizing other search parties and calling the state troopers. Roxie could feel the tension. She kept her butt right against my legs and her little body shook. I just waited. And prayed. I was losing hope fast, and hoping that I could hold my tears in. That's when a miracle happened.
Rhett texted me and said, "We got her." I jumped up and yelled the message to everyone. The sigh of relief was audible. Happy tears were being shed.
The state troopers were called again and told that we had found her, so they didn't need to worry. They asked if we were going to take care of the body or if they needed to come pick it up. When we told them she was alive they were shocked. The troopers told us that finding a dog loose on the highway alive almost never happens.
I got a picture message from Rhett right as he was getting back with the dog. Rhett was the second person to her, and the first to give us the update. I felt a little more validated for staying behind with Roxie during the search since I was the one able to share the news. I had been praying so hard... (Even typing this story is making my heart race). I could never even imagine something like that happening to Roxie. I would lose all function if it were her who had bolted off. I don't want to think about the wails that would come out of my body at even the thought that she might have gotten hit by a car. The whole time we waited, I kept her very close to me and gave her a few hugs.
I'm grateful to my Father in Heaven that the story had such a happy ending. The whole way home I kept saying little thank you prayers in my heart. Julie's nephew was the first to get to the dog (he was the one holding her in Rhett's picture message), Rhett was second, and everyone hailed them as hero's. I think it made them both a little uncomfortable, but I couldn't stop kissing Rhett. My hero husband, and Roxie's hero dad. I was so impressed with Rhett when he just came to me, got the hamburger, kissed me quick and left. No words were needed in that moment. My tears and his actions spoke enough for us.
The whole way home Roxie slept. It was kinda hilarious. She usually doesn't sleep well in the car, she just snoozes on and off. She was out cold, though. She was a bit wet, so I covered her with a blanket and she didn't even budge. She just snuggled in farther. She slept the rest of the day, that whole night, and most of the next day. It was a stressful event, so it took awhile to recover I guess. Haha.
As a note: this is the first time something like this has ever happened at an American greyhound event. At the same time, what better place for it to happen, when so many greyhound lovers are gathered in one spot? Every single one of us there jumped into some sort of action. It affected every single one of us. I don't know if there was a dry eye in the pavilion.
Hug your dog tight, and never let go! Miracles do happen. God hears our prayers. People are good. Greyhounds are the best.
Mary and Roxie, signing out. Time to go snuggle in bed for a good day of sleep! Zzzzzzzzzzz....
On September 12 Rhett, Roxie, and I got to experience our very first American Greyhound picnic, down in somewhere, Indiana. About an hour and a half away. They do it annually. There's costume contests, a dog run, vendors, groomers, photographers, etc. It is quite the ordeal! We had a blast. Everyone knew or knew of Roxie. She's just famous. I finally got to meet Sharon, who did our whole adoption. She interviewed us over the phone, called our references, and approved us to adopt. It was great to actually meet her face to face after so much phone time. Barbara, who was Roxie's foster mom was also there, and it was good to see her, too. We keep in contact via text. Especially those first few months we had Roxie and had lots of questions/updates for her. Roxie spent 3 months or so with Barb after all. It wouldn't have been a greyhound event without seeing Julie, Roxie's dog-sitter and honrary aunt. I made some new friends there, too. Roxie of course snubbed all of them, including Julie and Barbara. They are scary...
Roxie's emotions of the day went as follows:
You're packing up chairs and food? OMG why?! Fear.
You got my leash! Hooray! I love going with you! Joy.
We get to go in the car?! Hooray! Joy.
Oh no, there's a scary person in the crosswalk we're stopped at. Fear.
Oh good, we're on the highway. Content.
Snooze.
Arrive at the picnic. What? Where are we? Curious.
Get out of the car. There are people 20 feet away. Fear.
The whole first half of the picnic terror. Why are all of these people fawning over me?? Tell them to stop petting me cuz I'm too scared to... Oh when will the horror end?! (She's a bit of a drama queen).
To the dog run. No leash?? Joy!!! Run and play! Be the center of attention. All these male dogs are really liking me. I'm so cute. I'm so tricksy. (She waits till they're all distracted then bolts off in the opposite direction so she has a head start, they of course follow.) This is weird that I'm not the fastest dog here. When we go to the beach I'm always the fastest dog. Play! Fun! Tired now...
After that our pretty girl was much more relaxed around the people at the picnic. There was a silent auction, but we didn't win anything. We did, however, get to dress Roxie up in adorable snoods and collars to see what we liked. We also bought her the most beautiful winter coat. We've been wanting one since last year. All we had before was a fleece lined windbreaker. No bueno. She just looks adorable! And it's thick and warm. Best part is, all the proceeds from buying the coat went straight back to American Greyhound.
Even better, Julie gave me the name of a woman who makes collars for Grey's. (If you didn't know, they require a special collar cuz their heads are the same size as their necks. A regular collar just comes right off.) We just ordered a purple collar for Roxie. She's gonna look so beautiful :D Rhett laughs at me for always wanting different color snoods, scarves, booties, collars, coats, and costumes for her. She's just so pretty, how can I help myself?!
Overall, the picnic was a success. My mini cupcakes went pretty fast. The hamburgers and sides were delicious. I give it an A+. The only problem was that we got rained on. Roxie wasn't a fan. She got laughed at by a guy who's dog she took shelter under. Yes, under. Just like she would do with Bob, her brother. She's so small compared to all the other Grey's! What the guy was really laughing at though, was that she sat under his dog. She just backed up and sat so his dog was standing over most of her. Silly girl... That's what we get for teaching her to sit. (Side note: Greyhounds don't natually sit. They stand or lay because of their build.)
Now for the part of the picnic that wasn't so great. Rhett and I were getting ready to go, I had my Tupperware and was standing near a pavilion, Rhett had Roxie and was walking towards me from another pavilion. It was raining and kind of cold. Suddenly we both heard this yelping and whining. From my standpoint I looked over and saw a man wrestling his greyhound, it looked like he was trying to get a collar on her. Several Grey's on leashes stared at her and started to make growling and barking noises. Then she got away and bolted towards a group of trees that lined the highway. Something spooked her. A small group of people ran towards the fence that lined through the trees when one of them ran back and said to us all, "she doesn't have a collar on!" At this point everyone ran down there, myself included, only to see that there was a large gap in the fence. Two women immediately started crying, several people started running along the highway to look for her. A few others were calling for someone to bring a hot dog. Luckily, I had a hamburger patty in my pocket (we were using it in pieces as treats for Roxie). As I pulled it out, Rhett caught up to me. I looked at him, and I could hardly speak. My eyes had watered up. I told him that she didn't have a collar on and she got out, and I had to go help look for her (at this point the only thing holding me back was my Tupperware in hand, and wanting to let Rhett know that I was going out there). He said, "I know, give me the patty." He handed me Roxie's leash, kissed my cheek, and without another word he left. I think he knew if I were to see something horrible, I'd lose it, and my own safety could be at risk so near the highway. (Funny, I'm a nurse, and I've seen horrible things on/in/done to people, and I can put on my nurse face and I help them. With dogs, there are no words. I can't see sad things happen to them without crying. My nurse face is only good around two legged people.)
After a few minutes looking around the gap in the fence, some people were coming back to get in their cars and drive along the highway to look for her. There was a small group of us left at the pavilion. Every single one of us had a silent prayer on our lips as we went about organizing other search parties and calling the state troopers. Roxie could feel the tension. She kept her butt right against my legs and her little body shook. I just waited. And prayed. I was losing hope fast, and hoping that I could hold my tears in. That's when a miracle happened.
Rhett texted me and said, "We got her." I jumped up and yelled the message to everyone. The sigh of relief was audible. Happy tears were being shed.
The state troopers were called again and told that we had found her, so they didn't need to worry. They asked if we were going to take care of the body or if they needed to come pick it up. When we told them she was alive they were shocked. The troopers told us that finding a dog loose on the highway alive almost never happens.
I got a picture message from Rhett right as he was getting back with the dog. Rhett was the second person to her, and the first to give us the update. I felt a little more validated for staying behind with Roxie during the search since I was the one able to share the news. I had been praying so hard... (Even typing this story is making my heart race). I could never even imagine something like that happening to Roxie. I would lose all function if it were her who had bolted off. I don't want to think about the wails that would come out of my body at even the thought that she might have gotten hit by a car. The whole time we waited, I kept her very close to me and gave her a few hugs.
I'm grateful to my Father in Heaven that the story had such a happy ending. The whole way home I kept saying little thank you prayers in my heart. Julie's nephew was the first to get to the dog (he was the one holding her in Rhett's picture message), Rhett was second, and everyone hailed them as hero's. I think it made them both a little uncomfortable, but I couldn't stop kissing Rhett. My hero husband, and Roxie's hero dad. I was so impressed with Rhett when he just came to me, got the hamburger, kissed me quick and left. No words were needed in that moment. My tears and his actions spoke enough for us.
The whole way home Roxie slept. It was kinda hilarious. She usually doesn't sleep well in the car, she just snoozes on and off. She was out cold, though. She was a bit wet, so I covered her with a blanket and she didn't even budge. She just snuggled in farther. She slept the rest of the day, that whole night, and most of the next day. It was a stressful event, so it took awhile to recover I guess. Haha.
As a note: this is the first time something like this has ever happened at an American greyhound event. At the same time, what better place for it to happen, when so many greyhound lovers are gathered in one spot? Every single one of us there jumped into some sort of action. It affected every single one of us. I don't know if there was a dry eye in the pavilion.
Hug your dog tight, and never let go! Miracles do happen. God hears our prayers. People are good. Greyhounds are the best.
Mary and Roxie, signing out. Time to go snuggle in bed for a good day of sleep! Zzzzzzzzzzz....
A family picture :)
Some of the silent auction items. I was in love with all the greyhound art.
Rhett and Roxie (who is wearing pearls, cuz she's so pretty) with a few of the greyhounds attending the picnic in the background. <3
Sunday, July 26, 2015
A Single Bark
Hello, dog lovers!
I have some amazing news to share... After 8 months of having our sweet Roxie, I finally got to hear her bark.
Just once.
It was amazing.
Here's the story:
Rhett and I went to Wisconsin for the weekend so Rhett could go on a fishing trip with some of his buddies. I stayed with one of the friend's wives (Courtney) and their dog, Korra. Korra is a year old, and extremely high energy. We hoped Roxie might take a lesson in "playing" from her. Courtney was hoping Korra would take a lesson in relaxing from Roxie. Neither happened.
Saturday morning we took Korra and Roxie to the dog park in the Madison area. It's quite lovely. So we get the pups in the back seat of the car and start driving over. It's not a long drive. On the way, Korra was apparently doing something to annoy Roxie, and from the back seat I hear a sudden, big, deep, loud bark. I looked back in shock, my first thought being, "Wow, I didn't know Korra had such a deep voice!" Then I saw Roxie, eyes wide, staring at Korra, mouth puckered in a bark position. Then it hit me, Roxie gave one warning bark. That was all it took. For the next few minutes, Korra stayed on her side of the car. I was stunned. In 8 months we've never heard her bark once. She's so passive, that we didn't know if we'd ever actually get to hear her bark.
Sadly, there was no replicating it. She's just too chill. Rhett didn't get to hear the beautiful, big-dog sound come out of our sweet girl. To be quite honest, I'm not sure I want to ever replicate it. She scared even me for just a moment. I think she may have scared herself a bit with it, too, hahaha.
Hopefully this means she's gaining more confidence and won't put up with as much crap. Nothing else has seemed to change, though, so I'm just not sure. I was, however, really excited to share the news of her bark with Rhett, and now with you!
Til next time!
Woof!
I have some amazing news to share... After 8 months of having our sweet Roxie, I finally got to hear her bark.
Just once.
It was amazing.
Here's the story:
Rhett and I went to Wisconsin for the weekend so Rhett could go on a fishing trip with some of his buddies. I stayed with one of the friend's wives (Courtney) and their dog, Korra. Korra is a year old, and extremely high energy. We hoped Roxie might take a lesson in "playing" from her. Courtney was hoping Korra would take a lesson in relaxing from Roxie. Neither happened.
Saturday morning we took Korra and Roxie to the dog park in the Madison area. It's quite lovely. So we get the pups in the back seat of the car and start driving over. It's not a long drive. On the way, Korra was apparently doing something to annoy Roxie, and from the back seat I hear a sudden, big, deep, loud bark. I looked back in shock, my first thought being, "Wow, I didn't know Korra had such a deep voice!" Then I saw Roxie, eyes wide, staring at Korra, mouth puckered in a bark position. Then it hit me, Roxie gave one warning bark. That was all it took. For the next few minutes, Korra stayed on her side of the car. I was stunned. In 8 months we've never heard her bark once. She's so passive, that we didn't know if we'd ever actually get to hear her bark.
Sadly, there was no replicating it. She's just too chill. Rhett didn't get to hear the beautiful, big-dog sound come out of our sweet girl. To be quite honest, I'm not sure I want to ever replicate it. She scared even me for just a moment. I think she may have scared herself a bit with it, too, hahaha.
Hopefully this means she's gaining more confidence and won't put up with as much crap. Nothing else has seemed to change, though, so I'm just not sure. I was, however, really excited to share the news of her bark with Rhett, and now with you!
Til next time!
Woof!
Miss Roxie at the dog park in Madison, WI.
Roxie (the tall one) with Korra (the fluffy one) and Courtney (the human) in Madison, WI. Wish I had a better picture of Korra, just to show the relationship between the two of them. Haha.
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