March 12, 2025
Roxy the Therapy Dog: 140 New Best Friends in One Day! 🎓🐾
You guys, I think I just had the best day of my life. As a registered therapy dog, my job is to bring joy, comfort, and stress relief to humans who need it. And today? That meant heading to Denver University, where 140 students were deep in exam season and in serious need of some puppy love.
At first, I won’t lie—I was a little nervous. So many new faces, so many new smells, and six other dogs all there for the same reason. But then, something amazing happened. The students started petting me. Then came the treats. And suddenly, I realized—oh wow, this place is awesome.
From that moment on, I was in full therapy dog mode. I wagged, I cuddled, I showed off my best tricks, and I made it my personal mission to get as many belly rubs as possible. And let me tell you—I CRUSHED IT.
I was one of only two small dogs, but size didn’t matter because I had big dog energy (and an even bigger heart, obviously). So many people told me they needed me today, and knowing I helped relieve their anxiety and stress made my tail wag even harder. One student even said, “I didn’t realize how much I needed this until now.” (You’re welcome, human.)
By the time the session ended, I had been pet by more hands than I could count (not that I can count, but still), and I left feeling like a total superstar. I’m talking rockstar-level fame—but, you know, with more treats and less paparazzi.
10/10 experience. Would do it again. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take a very long nap to recover from all that love.
🐾 Until my next adventure… Stay pawsome! 🐾
March 9, 2025
Roxy’s Blog: The Bestest Day Ever (Because Every Day Is the Bestest Day Ever)
HELLOOO FRIENDS! It is I, Roxy, the most perfect, most smartest, most adventure-loving doodle in the world! Today was SO FUN, and I must tell you all about it before my brain explodes from excitement!
The day started with a trip to the garden center—a place full of smells, dirt, and SO MANY BARKY DOGS. They were all yelling things like “HEY WHO ARE YOU” and “GO AWAY” and “I HAVE BIG FEELINGS,” but I? I was a PERFECT ANGEL. I ignored them like the goodest girl I am, kept my floofy head held high, and sniffed every single plant (important business). My hooman kept saying “Wow, Roxy, you’re amazing,” which, duh, I already knew, but it’s always nice to hear.
While we were there, Mom got me this… weird thing. A WATER BOTTLE. It had a little bowl attached to it, and she expected me to drink from it like some kind of civilized, fancy dog. I sniffed it. I stared at her. I did NOT drink from it. “No thanks,” I said, turning my nose up like the regal doodle I am. Then—OH MY DOG—I tried bison tongue dog treats! BISON. TONGUE. Can you believe it? Neither could I. But then I took a bite and—POOF—it was GONE. Inhaled. Demolished. Vanished into the void that is my belly. 10/10. Would eat a hundred.
After the garden center, we went to Cabela’s, which is a giant store full of amazing smells and even more amazing PEOPLE. And guess what? I GOT A CHEW BONE. AND IT’S THREE TIMES MY SIZE. That means I win, right? I also made so many new friends because every hooman there wanted to pet me and tell me how soft and wonderful I am (again, duh). I let them because I am generous.
Then—oh no—Mom tried the water bottle again. “Here, Roxy, have a drink!” she said. “No, Mother,” I replied with my most serious doodle expression. “I remain uninterested.”
Next stop: THE PARK! I got to roam around, sniff all the things, and then—OH MY DOG—FRIES. My hooman friend Connor had fries, and guess who got a couple? ME! Because I am the best. But also because I worked hard practicing my recall. I ran back every time I was called, because I am a genius and also because I suspected more fries. (I was correct.)
And THEN… something happened. Something unthinkable. I got thirsty. REALLY thirsty. My tongue was dry. My soul was parched. And suddenly, that weird little water bottle I had been ignoring all day? It didn’t seem so bad anymore. So, I caved. I DRANK FROM IT. And you know what? It was actually pretty good. Refreshing, even. But don’t tell Mom I admitted that.
BUT WAIT—there’s more! In the evening, we went on the longest, most relaxing walk through a big park. The sun was setting, the air was cool, and I was just VIBING. It was the perfect way to wind down from my big day of being amazing.
And THEN—I went home, had my dinner (because duh), and then… PLOP. Fell asleep HARD. The best kind of sleep. The kind where you don’t even know what dimension you’re in until morning.
It was a GOOD DAY. A VERY GOOD DAY. And I can’t wait for more adventures! Okay bye for now, I have important doodle things to do (like nap).
Wags and Wiggles,
Roxy
March 2-3, 2025
Roxy’s Two-Day Creek Chaos: A Story of Sticks, Slips, and Ultimate Betrayal
Day 1: Smells Like Adventure
HOLY PAWS, HOOMAN TOOK ME TO THE CREEK. I REPEAT—THE CREEK! My purpose in life suddenly became clear: chase all the sticks, splash in all the water, and roll in every questionable substance I could find.
And let me tell you—I delivered.
I leaped into the water like a majestic gazelle. Except… gazelles don’t slip off rocks and face-plant into the creek. That’s fine. It’s called style. I popped back up, shook it off, and kept going. No witnesses? No problem.
Then came the rolling. Oh, the glorious rolling. Gravel? Rolled. Mud? Rolled. Leaves? Rolled and then worn like a designer coat. By the time we left, I smelled phenomenal. Like creek water, mud, and just a hint of dead fish. Perfection.
Then bedtime came… and I caught a whiff of myself.
Wait. Do I always smell like this? This is… different. Funky. Powerful. Hooman didn’t seem thrilled, but I LOVED IT. So I curled up, stank and all, and fell asleep dreaming of sticks and face-plants.
Day 2: The Betrayal
HOOMAN TOOK ME BACK. TWO DAYS IN A ROW. THIS IS THE LIFE.
I hit the water at full speed, determined to beat my personal best. Slipped off another rock? Sure did. Swallowed a little too much creek water? Absolutely. Did I care? NOT. ONE. BIT.
For hours, I was the queen of the creek, the champion of stick chasing, the master of rolling in filth. It was glorious. But then… I saw it.
The towel.
Oh no.
Before I could escape, I was scooped up and thrown into the tub. BETRAYED. I tried to plead my case—Hooman, I worked hard on this stink!—but they didn’t care. The water came. The soap came. My carefully curated aroma? GONE.
I stood there, dripping and devastated, staring at hooman with my best ASPCA commercial eyes. Slow, sad music should’ve been playing. Someone should’ve been asking for donations. This was the end of me.
But wait—it gets worse.
I WAS WET.
UNACCEPTABLE.
So I rolled on EVERYTHING. The carpet? Rolled. The couch? Rolled. Hooman’s legs? Rolled. The other couch? Rolled again for good measure. I sprinted back and forth, sliding across the floor, trying to rub the betrayal off of me. NOTHING WORKED. So I did the only thing left to do—zoomies.
I ran. I spun. I launched myself onto furniture like a slippery torpedo of vengeance.
And then, after I had exorcised the wetness from my soul, hooman finally sat on the couch. I stared at her for a second, still slightly offended… then sighed, climbed up next to her, and flopped down.
I was clean. I was tired. And despite the ultimate betrayal, I still loved my hooman.
Would I do it all again?
Absolutely.
February 21, 2025
Roxy’s Snow Day Chronicles: HELP, I’M SINKING! ❄️🐾
You guys. No one warned me. One minute, I’m prancing outside, ready for the usual backyard zoomies, and the next—BOOM. Belly-deep in snow. GONE. Just a tiny Labradoodle in a winter wonderland, forced to bounce like a fluffy kangaroo just to keep up.
Meanwhile, the bigger dogs? Oh, they were thriving. Barreling through the snow like they were born for this, kicking up flurries while I struggled to stay afloat. Rude. But did I let it stop me? NOPE. I hopped, I zoomed, I may have face-planted once or twice, but I conquered the snow like the majestic (slightly frosty) queen I am. 👑❄️
Now, I’m back inside, curled up in my favorite warm spot, dreaming of my next adventure (preferably one that doesn’t involve surprise sinkholes). Until next time, snow—next time, I’m winning.
Stay warm, friends! And if you see a tiny pup disappearing into a snowdrift… send help. Or snacks. Snacks are good too.
🐾💙 - Roxy
February 17, 2025
Today was... a weird and BUSY day. First thing in the morning, a pup named Maipo got dropped off, and before I could even process what was happening—we went straight into training mode. Treats were being handed out like candy, and I was just standing there like, uh, hello? Where’s mine?
Mom and Maipo kept walking back and forth across the backyard like they were rehearsing for a Broadway show. Maipo had his leash on like he was some VIP on a secret mission, and Mom kept saying "Bingo!" before giving him a treat. At first, I was confused—like, is this some kind of game? But after a couple of times, I noticed a pattern... Bingo = treat. So, naturally, I started expecting a treat every time I heard the word too. Seemed only fair.
Then Maipo left for a classified walk operation (without me!!), and I was BETRAYED. They did this not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES. I was about to file an official complaint when—finally—Mom called me to join. About time!
Turns out, we were practicing something called "walking properly", which I guess means staying next to Mom and not dragging her like a sled dog in the Iditarod. Every time I walked nicely, I got a treat. Best game ever.
At one point, some fence dogs tried to start beef. I won't lie—I got a little spooked (who gave them permission to yell at me like that?). But after a second, I realized they were just being dramatic, so I chilled out. And guess what? Boom. Treat. 10/10 would get scared again.
Just when I thought the day was finally settling down—BAM! Millie showed up for a sleepover! 🎉 She’s basically a tiny tornado in dog form, and watching her zoom around is like watching a live-action cartoon. She just waltzes in like she owns the place (which, honestly, respect), and Mom gives her ALL the attention—petting her, snuggling her, making sure she feels comfortable since her mom and dad left. Ugh, I want attention too! Like, excuse me, Mom, remember your OG child??
But whatever. I’ll let it slide because tonight is dinner and a movie night, and I plan to score some snacks and steal the best cuddle spot on the couch. Life is good. 😎
Love this. ❤️