Today little Roxy turns three.
That’s 21 in doggie years, folks.
This makes me wonder what privileges she’s entitled to in the animal world.
Not that it matters much considering our little Miss lives a very sheltered life.
This morning she asserted her independence by refusing to put on her party hat.
It wasn’t until I threatened that we wouldn’t go to Talamini, the Italian ice cream parlor, that she finally relented.
Here she is all gussied up and ready to hit the town tonight.