Bad news bears, friends. I didn’t make it to the Forks Over Knives screening tonight. It was kind of a combination of things that kept me from going: crazy day at work, falling asleep the second I got home, Matt getting home super late from work (the theatre is 45 minutes away)…
Basically a lot of crappy excuses, but ones I’m OK with. It sucks I missed the screening opportunity but I’ll be able to see it in theatres in March, and I was able to donate to the National Fallen Firefighters Foundation, the benefactor of screening proceeds.
I’m sorry I lead you on, readers! Please forgive me while I eat my leftover French Onion Soup.
In exchange for your forgiveness, here’s some really cute photos:
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Another? You got it:
(This was the very first photo I took of Roxie. She’s seven now, with lots more grey hair!)
The Story of Roxie.
Let me tell you about my puppy. I adopted her in September of 2004 (not quite a puppy anymore!). She was about a year old and was living in a shelter after being found on the street. We believe she’s a smooth-coated Border Collie. She definitely has the brains (and the neuroses) of a Border Collie!
Right from the beginning, Roxie was different. I had never owned a dog before, so I didn’t really know what to expect. She was incredibly serious and calm for a dog, but at the same time was scared of everything. Any and all loud noises, especially FedEx trucks and thunder, strange people outside, sudden movements, a leaf blowing by, you name it.
Her fear was so profound that at times, she refused to go outside to go potty. I have carried this dog more than I’d like to admit. She would even let her fear override her hunger and refuse to eat. Her longest hunger strike went for a week; we had to have fluids injected under her skin to keep her hydrated.
(This photo was taking during her “sick week”)
I’ve sat up at night with this puppy, making sure she was OK during thunderstorms and loud wind. Her favorite hiding places were (and still are) under the bed, in the bathtub, and under the laundry tub. She likes closed in spaces and will squeeze herself into the tiniest spaces possible.
(under the driver’s side car seat once, in a freak hailstorm, and wedged between the toilet and the wall when she can push the bathroom door open)
Despite all this, she has a strong personality that shines through her fear. She’s incredibly loving (on her terms), smart, sneaky, playful (again, on her terms), and hilarious without meaning to be.
After trying every training technique I could think of, doing lots of research, changing her to the highest quality foods, calling an Animal Behaviorist (yes, they exist), and seeing only minor changes, I decided to try medication. We found a wonderful vet that made me feel comfortable with the decision. She now takes an anti-anxiety meds twice a day and it has made all the difference in the world.
With the medication and a pretty strict schedule at home, her fear calms down enough that she can act like a normal dog for a while. In my opinion, for an animal who’s life expectancy is much shorter than humans, I want her time on Earth to be as fear-free as possible.
When she’s comfortable and happy, she loves treats and bones (duh), rolling around in the grass, walking through the woods (not on the paved path!), looking for deer, squirrels, and rabbits, sticking her nose into snow, digging holes where she’s now allowed, trying to bite the gloves off your hands, eating grass, and swimming. You’d think she’d be scared of water, but no, she loves it.
Roxie will always be an anxious dog. Always. She will always be slightly uncomfortable around lots of people, will always need a small space to hide in when she’s scared, and will always sleep under the bed (don’t worry, it’s on risers!). She can be needy, annoying, and hard to live with.
Did I mention she’s wonderful? Because she really is.
She lives at home in Michigan, with my parents. When I moved to St. Louis, I didn’t want to shake her world once again and take her away from the one home where she finally felt comfortable. So she stayed, and I miss her everyday.
But she’s happy.
Have a wonderful Tuesday night! Thanks for reading.
Question: Any crazy animals in your life? Tell me about them!