Roxie: Moving Beyond the Biscuit

Hi, I’m Roxie. A dog. This is my story or, at least, a piece of it.

Photo courtesy of Pooches Playhouse (Atlantic Beach, Florida)

When the story started, I didn’t have much going for me. You see, I was abandoned on the side of a road. I am not sure why or by whom. I don’t remember much about my mother. I don’t know when I was born. That person who left me must have known someone would help me. And someone did. In fact, more than one human has blessed my life.

I ended up in a place where a lot of other dogs, like me and unlike me, were being cared for. The man examining me was not sure what I was.  He looked at my toes, my snout, and head. He. looked me up and down. I heard him say, before he put me in a cage, “This one is a lab mix. About fourteen weeks.”

Not sure what it meant.

I am a lucky pup. I have people who love me and care for me. Some call me “BDE”—Best Dog Ever.

I’m not sure about that. I’m just a dog. I like all other beings. I think I am “LDE”—Luckiest Dog Ever. Anyway, thank you for clicking on my first blog and reading my story.

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