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Ther is a ROXIE BEER.

Mom is try-ing to kill me

So. Mom is trying to kill me, Roxie. I do not like this an I request a rescue from anyone who is willing to saeve me.

Heer is some exsamples of Mom trying to kill me:

1) Mom taeks me on a TRAEL RIDE. An TRAELS IS SCAREY AN WILL KILL ME. Traels is scarey every spring, until I goes out for a few tiemes an I rememmber that traels is no big deel. But Mom an me goes on a trael ride with Leeuh an her horse Fred-Black-Jack. An EVRY THING IS GONNA EET ME. I is all O_O the whole time. Heer is a artist rendishun:



Post scrip: Nothing eets me. But it CULD have happened.

2) Mom puts me in a new bit. It is my Roxie bit that I gets for Crimmis, it is a Kimmer Wick. Well. This Kimmer Wick is AWEFUL! I HAETES IT!!!!!!!!!!! Ther is a big MEEN chain unner my Roxie chin! An when Mom is all “flex at a poll” an I is all “no, I don't wanna, I is Roxie,” this chain BITES me an it is TERRUBBLE!!!!!! Mom is a MEEN MOM an I is going to die a Trajic Roxie Deth if I have to keep flexing at a poll! D:

3) One day, Mom is all “we is gonna jomp” an I is like, “yay! Jomping!” But then she is all, “Roxie you must jomp these barrels with NO stannerds” an I is like, “whut, no! I don't WANNA, I IS ROXIE!!” an then she SPANKS me! An jerks on my Roxie mouf! An I is all “nooooooooooooooooooo, barrels is too hard!” But Mom is like, “you MUST jomp this!” an finely I HAS to. :( An then I is a Good Gurl, an then i rememmber that jomping is fun. But still. This jomping with no stannerds is asking much too much of a Roxie. An I almost dyed, seriosly. Hard works maekes you die Roxie Deth.

I do not want a mom who kills me alla time. This maekes for a Sad Roxie.

Thank U all

Thank U to evryone who gives my Roxie Blog a Roxie award. It is nice that all you peeples likes me, Roxie, as much you do. An as much as I do.
I preefur eeting to bloggin, it is troo.
So heer is a thing for you all. Rememmer back wen Mom had laydees make Roxie model horses?
They is all done. So heer is picsures.
This is the one that is by a Kelly Campbell, Mom finded her on Etsy.com:


This one is by a laydee named Claire Reiger:


It is kind of appy-looking a-cuz of she used picsures of me in winner-time when I gets a Appy Butt.

This one is by a laydee named Shelly. She evun makes me a Roxie haltur :)



An this one is by a Meghann:


Thees is all beeyoutiful.
Let mom know if you wants to know how to talk to any of theese laydees about maeking models of YOUR pony-horses.

Veternary Man

A veternary man coms to see me, Roxie, yesserday. So's you all no, I, Roxie, does not LIEK a Veternary Man. They ALLWAYS steal my Roxie bludd. An this time is no diffrint. Except for more leg poking.
Heer is me not trusting a veternary man who is a laydee.

An heer is me making VIOLINT OBJECTION TO MY BLUDD BEING STOLED!!! >:O




Seriosly. Give me back my bludd.

Any ways. After bludd stealing, there is pushing an poking my back Roxie leg.


I haete this.

Then there is lots of flexing and streching and trodding me. An lunging me. This goes on for EVER. For hours an hours.





I want this to stop. I cannot speek but I can most certinly make "please stop" eyes at the Laydee Veternary Man.

Theese eyes does not work. :(
I is mad at Mom over this hole thing. An for taeking picsures of my Roxie mizzery. Grain foods after does NOT exscuse this. >:|

Crissmiss!

It is CRISSMISS again!
I gets a NEW Roxie stalking. And insides this is Roxie preszents. For me. Roxie.

Mom shows me all my Roxie preszents.

I gets me a new Roxie bit.

An I gets some cool goopies to go on my legs.

An I gets a hole bunch of candee canes.

But I haev desided that I, Roxie, is watching my pritty figure. So I spits them out! Ha ha ha!

See, I is un impressd by sugars.

Then I gets grain foods. An I goes snuffling arownd in the snows for extra grains an evryone thinks it is REEL FUNNY when I gets a snowey Roxie nosie.

Hhmph.

Happie Crissmiss!

Snows!

Last week, ther is a slite issue with my Roxie run.

I culd not go out in it any mores. So I, Roxie, lives out in a Roxie paddocksie for the moment.

Snows is mostlee gone now.

BUT, wen we has snows, Mom taekes my blankit off an I PLAYS in it!

Look:

I lays in it an ROLLS.

Then I gets up an I RUNS!

Then I is all "I'm done runnding. Now gimme treets."

Then I snuffles in the snows and looks for my OWN treets.

Then I finds old grasses, an I win.

The End.

I is a SNOW Roxie!

It is SNOWING heer!

Hooray!

Heer is my snowwy Roxie face.

I had mud-siccles on my Roxie fethers too. But Mom wuld not take a picsure of these.

It is TWELV digrees heer. An verry windy. But do not worrie, I has a heeted green bukkit an a nice black Roxie fashun coat with greens on it. SO I, Roxie, matches the barn, an the fense, an the bukkit.

This is whut fashun is all abowt.