Roxie and I are adjusting to life without Dixie. There are times that it just seems odd that she is not here. I notice that Roxie doesn't like to spend a lot of time in the backyard anymore. She loves to come out front with me and will roam around as long as I will let her but in the backyard, nope. She'd rather be inside with me.
A very welcomed thing has happened though. Tuesday when I came home from work I called for Roxie and looked towards her kennel. No Roxie in the kennel. Since Tammy, my cleaning lady, came that day I figured she was in the backyard. I called for her in the backyard. Not there either. I started to get worried. I walk back in the house and I see Roxie skulking down the hall. Skulking like she has done something wrong. Like BE OUT OF THE KENNEL. Roxie out of the kennel has only led to bad things. Destroying an area rug, destroying a heart rate monitor watch, destroying three remotes to name a few. She did nothing. Nothing. I honestly think all she did all day was sleep. We are at day three and she hasn't done anything destructive. I hope this trend continues. I like not having to put in the kennel when I leave the house. It makes me feel less guilty.
