The Roxy Report

I ate too many candy corn pumpkins and got really sick. You'd think that I'd have more self-control by now, but not when it comes to candy corn pumpkins. Of course, now I can't even look at one. So be safe out there this holiday season. Candy corn in moderation only!

Roxy as a wee-spry little thing

(now she is probably about 70 lbs. When standing on her back legs she is about 4 1/2 feet tall!).

So it sucks to be sick but having a crazy puppy makes staying in bed hard. Actually Miss Roxy Pup has been really good. I gave her this huge rawhide bone and protecting it has been a great time suck for her. On Sunday I took her to a new dog park clear across town. A friend of mine had gone on and on about this place, and for some reason when she talked about the big pond and the picnic tables, I got this image in my head of some gorgeous mecca. We pulled up and it was down this industrial street and you pull up right at the shelter kennels--so all the dogs start barking. And of course, it is heart breaking and distressing to have to pass them by. And then right as you go in, they have many of the shelter dog lose in another area and they go crazy barking. My poor puppy looked like fresh meat in a prison. She was scared to death, but followed me past them. We finally made out to the open area, and at first it was like--this is it? It was nothing. But then Roxy jumped in the pond and started swimming. And I don't know--she just had so much fun jumping in and out and swimming around and the other dogs were all so playful. It was great. Until she stole someone squeaker ball swam out to the middle of the pond and left it there. It was a good half hour before the wind carried to shore.

So Miss Roxy Puppy slept really good last night. :-)

Also on the weekend agenda was taking my two youngest horses to a new trainer. My last trainer was awful--not so much with the training but with their care and health. Such an idiot. I could tell the guy had never actually owned a horse--like with the intention of keeping it for the long haul. But when it comes right down to it, it doesn't matter how well trained a horse is if it is dead. IDIOT!!!

Anyway--I really like this new girl, and she really seems to get mustangs and their unique sensitivities--so fingers crossed that my wild girls will be trotting me down the trails very soon!