Warning: Tissues May Be Required Beyond This Point
|Me with my "first born"|
when she was only six months old.
To make matters more interesting, my dog child thought she was a human. From the beginning, Roxy acted like she was entitled to the same rights and privileges as everyone else in the family. If the rest of us were eating dinner, she would wait patiently next to the table until my mom (Roxy's pigeon) would make a small plate of whatever we were having for dinner. Yes, I know. I raised a very spoiled pooch. I don't care if you disapprove. She was my dog child and I raised her as I saw fit.
|A common sight:|
Roxy with her head on a pillow, hogging most of the bed
|She could make this chair recline and rock whenever she wanted.|
And, yes, that is a dog sitting in a leather recliner. That was HER chair!
|That's one big dog!|
Her size and demeanor made her an excellent guard dog. Roxy loved to lay on the couch and keep watch out the front windows of my mother's house. She would bark at any kid who dared to walk through our yard or anybody who walked on the sidewalk in front of the house or anyone who walked across the street from our house. Basically, if she saw people anywhere near the house, she barked and growled.
If a salesperson knocked on the door, she would run up and stand on her hind legs to see out the top half of the screen door. Depending on the volume of the knock and the distance she had to run, she could hit that screen door with a fair amount of force. If the last person into the house had forgotten to lock the screen door she could hit the handle and greet the salesperson personally. Many a door to door salesperson or person with a petition on a clipboard decided that they didn't need to disturb us after all once Roxy had greeted them. Any stranger we let into the house was screened by the Roxy security system. If she thought a visitor wasn't behaving she would growl menacingly until they backed away or left. She even nipped a contractor on the butt once when he was upsetting my mom with unexpected budget overages. She didn't break the skin. She just let him know his behavior towards my mother was unacceptable and that he needed to leave immediately.
|"What's that, Mom? Can I lick it?" Roxy meets Squirt.|
Squirt could even ride Roxy like a pony without a single canine complaint!
|Nine month old Squirt "riding" a three year old Roxy|
|Two year old Squirt "riding" five year old Roxy|
One of Roxy's final acts of family protectiveness was giving my honey her vote of approval. Roxy was already sick when my honey met her. I'd warned him that my family had a very large dog and he was nervous about meeting her. I was a little nervous, too. Roxy had always been very wary of strange men. She loves my grandfather, my uncles, and my brother, but whenever strange men were around my mother or I, that was when growling and nips on gentlemen's rear ends usually ensued. When Roxy met my honey, we were sitting next to each other on the couch. The dog came in, sized my honey up and sat down, worming her way between the two of us before laying down on the floor. My honey spoke to her softly for a few minutes, scratched behind her ears, and rubbed her belly. Within fifteen minutes, Roxy had given my honey kisses and laid down across his feet (something she only ever did with family). I knew then that I had a keeper. Roxy, the dog who didn't trust strange men, had instantly fallen in love with my honey.
|My honey giving Roxy some love|
I can't really accept that she's gone yet. I keep expecting her to come running to the door to greet me when I come home or to find her laying on the couch or in her recliner when I walk into the living room. Being owned by Roxy, for clearly we were her people more than she was our dog, was a treat and a delight. I've already talked about it with my honey and we're planning on getting a dog next summer when I'll be home for house breaking and puppy training. But, no matter how much I end up loving that new puppy, a piece of my heart will always belong to Roxy, my beloved pup.
|Goodbye, sweet puppy. I love you and I'll miss you.|