Roxy's Blog
- Elizabeth Wanberg
- Feb 21
- 11 min read
Updated: 3 days ago
April 19, 2025
A Day in the Life of Roxy: The Easter Bunny, Burritos, and Betrayal
By Roxy the Mini Labradoodle
Let me tell you about my day, because it was a rollercoaster.
It all started at Three Dog Bakery, which is usually one of my favorite places. But today? There was this GIANT BUNNY there. Not a cute, fuzzy one I could chase—no, this one stood on two legs, wore clothes, and had that creepy “let’s take a picture” energy. Hard pass.
But Mom? She had treats. And not just any treats—chicken and cheese. My kryptonite. She gave me a ton of it just to get me to “smile” with the bunny. I was happy. And I fell for it. I mean, it was a lot of chicken. So I sat there, being a very good girl, pretending this terrifying bunny wasn’t real while Mom played photographer of the year.
And just when I thought it was over—nope. We had to go up to the bunny again because Mom didn’t get “the right angle” or whatever. So dumb. So traumatic. More chicken, though.
After surviving the bunny incident, we went to Chipotle. MUCH better vibes. I scored a piece of tortilla and we got to sit outside in the sun. I soaked it up like a pro. Ten out of ten, would burrito again.
Then—THE PARK. My element. My kingdom. I splashed in the lake, zoomed in the grass, and rolled in the muddiest mud I could find. I was majestic. I was unstoppable. I was covered head to toe in filth and joy.
…Until we got home.
Normally, we go in through the front door. This time? Mom led me around the back. RED FLAG. Straight to the bathroom. BATH TIME.
But here’s the weirdest part: I jumped in. Voluntarily. I smelled myself and even I had to admit—I was ripe. So I let her wash me. No struggle. Just vibes.
Until…the dryer. Ugh. It’s loud and scary and blows air in weird places. But Mom put my ear muffs on this time, and honestly? It wasn’t the worst. Still suspicious of it, though.
To make up for the betrayal, I got a cupcake from Three Dog Bakery. Okay fine, all is forgiven.
Now I’m clean, full, and passed out in my favorite spot. What a day.
Until next time,
Roxy the Muddy, and Slightly Traumatized Princess
P.S. The Easter Bunny is still not to be trusted.
April 9, 2025
Roxy’s Blog: Accessibility Day Adventures at Regis University!
Ohhh my paws, you guys—what. a. day!! I got to go on a super special outing to @regisuniversity for Accessibility Day with my amazing friends from Denver Pet Partners! I had no idea what to expect, but as soon as I stepped paw on campus, I could feel the love and kindness in the air (and also maybe a few snacks in some pockets… just saying).
Accessibility Day was all about celebrating people of all abilities and helping others understand that just because you can’t see someone’s disability doesn’t mean it isn’t there. I met students who live with invisible disabilities—and let me tell you, they are some of the strongest, most inspiring hoomans I’ve ever sniffed.
My job? Easy. Be my fluffy, snuggly self and offer comfort to anyone who needed a moment to breathe, relax, or smile. I got so many pets, belly rubs, and even a few happy tears (those are my favorite, because it means I helped someone feel seen).
I watched people light up when they connected with me, and my heart (and tail) was wagging the whole time. Whether someone needed a break, a hug, or just a happy face to look at, I was there—because that’s what therapy pups do best.
I left Regis feeling proud, sleepy, and VERY full of love (and maybe one cheese stick… thanks, kind student!). Can’t wait to go back and keep spreading joy, one paw at a time.
Stay kind, stay pawsitive, and remember: you never know what someone’s going through—so always lead with love.
Love and tail wags,
Roxy the Therapy Dog
April 8, 2025
Best. Day. Ever.
By: Roxy the Mini Labradoodle
Oh. My. Dog. GUESS what happened today?! Mom finally brought out my absolute favorite toy—the SwiftPaws lure course! I could hardly contain myself when I saw her setting it up. My tail was wagging so fast I think I could’ve taken flight.
It’s been too warm lately, but today? The weather was perfect—cool enough for me to run, jump, and chase that sneaky little lure to my heart’s content. And let me tell you, I went wild for it! Every time it zipped across the yard, I was right on its tail, giving it my best zoomies and showing off my expert turns. Mom cheered me on, and I felt like the fastest, most agile pup in the world.
By the end, I was tired but SO happy, flopped down in the grass with the biggest smile on my face. Best. Day. Ever. I hope Mom brings it out again soon—I need to show that lure who’s boss!
Until next time,
Roxy
March 24, 2025
Roxy’s Big Day: Superheroes, Snuggles & Shopping Sprees!
Hoomans, today was a rollercoaster of emotions. Buckle up.
First, I got to visit Brent’s Place, where I met some of the bravest, strongest little hoomans EVER. These kids are real-life superheroes—even while going through tough cancer treatments, they still had big smiles and even bigger hearts. And guess what? They were just as excited to see me as I was to see them! (Which, honestly, is saying a lot because I am always excited to meet new hoomans.)
I handed out free tail wags, soft sniffs, and top-tier Roxy cuddles to anyone who wanted them. Some kids even giggled when I licked their hands (mission accomplished). I could tell I made their day a little brighter, but they made mine even better. Their strength, kindness, and pure love for a fluffy visitor like me? 12/10, would wag my tail forever for them.
After all that superhero energy, I needed some retail therapy. So, we went to… Outdoor World! Now, this place is massive—it’s like a giant adventure park for hoomans, but also dog-friendly (as they should be). I sniffed EVERYTHING, watched some fish swim (was not allowed to chase them, rude), and then—drumroll please—I got a new chew toy!! It’s squeaky, it’s fun, and it is MINE. (For now. R.I.P. in advance.)
Between snuggling superheroes and scoring a new toy, today was one for the books. A little love, a little shopping, and a whole lot of tail wags—just how every day should be.
Where should I go next, hoomans? Preferably somewhere with treats… and more treats. 🐾
March 20, 2025
Roxy’s Epic Adventure: Beer, Snacks & Sniffing All the Plants!
Hoomans. I have discovered the best way to spend a day, and I simply must share. Buckle up.
First stop: Lariat Lodge. A restaurant where dogs are actually allowed—finally, a place with priorities! My hooman ordered some delicious food (which I stared at intensely until I “accidentally” got a bite), and they had these things called cocktails and craft beer that made my hooman very happy. I don’t fully understand what a “hazy IPA” is, but it smelled important. 10/10 experience, especially since I got to be admired by strangers.
Then, things got even better. We went to Tagawa’s Garden Center, which is basically Disneyland for dogs who love sniffing things (so, all dogs). The smells? Incredible. The plants? Plentiful. The hooman attention? Through the roof. I pranced around like I owned the place, inspecting every single plant while employees told me how cute I was. (Which, obviously, is true, but I still appreciate the validation.)
Between stealing snacks, judging drinks, and frolicking through a jungle of plants, this was easily a 12/10 day. If your hooman isn’t taking you on this adventure, they need to fix that immediately.
Where should I go next? Preferably somewhere with snacks… and pets… and more snacks. Drop your best recommendations below! 🐾
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! Yesterday 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, 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 1, 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
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