Roxie

I don't know if I've adequately introduced you all to my sweet puppy Roxie.  Ok...she's an adult dog.  She's almost four.  Take a look.  Can you guess what she is?  She's a
Dachshund/Maltese mix (at least that's what we were told).

It turns out that me and this lil' girl were both going through a rough time...at the same time.  She was mourning the loss of our dog, Missy--- her mother-figure and best friend.  I was devastated by my failed IVF.

Now, Roxie and I are making strides.  I never realized that a dog could mourn.  She is such a different girl now.  We've had to change our approach to bring her out of her funk.  She hates walking, but she loves a car ride.  I waste a lot of gas taking this crazy dog on joy rides.  

She's helping me too.  While she despises our morning walks, she knows that after the walk comes the car ride.  So she endures it.

I often complain about this dog on the blog, but it's all in jest.  She cracks me up and makes me smile.  We wanted to get a new dog to keep her company, but for now, we seem to be ok.  We're slowing, but surely recovering.  A new dog won't replace Missy for Roxie, just like nothing will fill the hole in my heart for a child.  So...we're adapting and moving forward.  That's all anyone can do:-)