Foolin' mom

So I, Roxie, has done SUCH a good job of foolin' mom on regard to my Roxie fitniss level.

I packs Mom around bare backsies all winter and Mom is all "Its a hard work to do walkies with me on you thru all the deep snows!" and i is all "YES i agree *huff puff*"

. . .

But then. the snows melts off.

Mom goes to put on my Roxie jomp saddul and lerns that my big girth no longer fits my Roxie greatness.

:(

I tries to tell her it is all hairs but she is all "nope we needs to go do trotting since you are a big fatt butt Roxie."

So now it is back to areena work which is reel work and also trail trodding.

Boo.

Garbidge Wensday

So today is Wensday. Around these parts this is Garbidge Wensday. Wen the garbidge man and loud clanky truck comes and hauls off all your old feed bags and kitty litters and noose papers and whatever.

What this meens is, ther is all these cans of garbidge that sprouts up wen i goes and wanders around on the road with mom on me.

Super Alert Status

These cans is not normally there. So i hate them.

Or at leest, i did hate them. Then mom invented a fun Roxie game where i touch a garbidge can with my snoot and I gets a treet!

Now I kind of love these garbidge cans. They means I get treets. Plus the cans have weird interesting smells in em.

*sniff*