Dixie Girl

This picture of Dixie just cracks me up. My friend Verena took it with her awesome camera. I think I need an awesome camera.

I find that I always call Dixie "Dixie Girl". I am not sure how that started. I only call her Dixie when I am irritated with her about something, mainly escaping.

Physical Training Session-The Rest of Them

I finished the rest of my sessions. All 20. I lost a total of 8 pounds and over 4 inches. I am very pleased. I signed up for an additional 10 sessions but this time I am only going on Tuesday and Thursday. I told Mark that I would re-evaluate after the next 10 sessions. Thankfully he doesn't pressure you to continue. Maybe he is using reverse psychology. Ha! I never thought of that until right now!

Dixie-The November Escape

This is the look that Dixie gives me when I finally get her back home after a 4 1/2 hour escape. I don't think she looks very sorry.

This is the looks she give me when I tell her to go get in the tub. She knows what that means. Do you notice that you can see her ribs? Me too. I take this dog to the vet on a routine basis because I am afraid she is too skinny. But honestly it is very hard to keep weight on her when she is CONSTANTLY running when she is outside. Then on the occasions when she escapes she could be running up until the moment she is caught. I wish I had her stamina. I feed her dog food for "Active Dogs" with no fillers and high in protein but I don't think they have any idea just how "active" Dixie is. I am honestly afraid that one of these times when she is out that someone will find her and think that she is being abused.

This is post-tub. She slept all day. Must be nice.

Another One Bites The Dust

Yeah. So. This is the destruction I came home to Wednesday night. At the time I had no words to describe my shock.

I had put up everything possible that Roxie might like to chew on (aka DESTROY). Well for some reason a wool rug did not enter my mind of possible things that she might like to eat.

When I first got Roxie she ate a litany of items: remote controls (3), heart rate monitiors (1), shoes (oh I don't know 3 pairs), a year's worth of Oprah magazines and the list goes on. I had taken to putting her in the kennel when I left the house. I would test her on occasion to see if she has gotten any better and she had been doing good. Until Wednesday. If I leave her out I will put everything up and I will give her a raw hide bone. Wednesday I ran out of raw hides. The destruction of the wool run ensued.

Yeah. So. I am guessing she's not quite over her separation anxiety.