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. ❤️