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Roxanne

I spent a couple of minutes chatting with a very sweet woman with whom Roxie and I crossed paths during our walk yesterday. She was (I’d guess) in her sixties and shared stories about the three beagles who were a part of her family over the years. She asked for Roxie’s name and talked to her sweetly as other beagle lovers tend to do, only jumping a little bit when Roxie let out her blood-curdling howl of hello. It was clear she had heard that before, and she wasn’t phased. She scratched behind Roxie’s ears and petted her vigorously as Roxie’s tail wagged so vigorously her entire body swayed back and forth.

When it was time for us to be on our way, I said, “It was nice talking to you. We’ll probably see you walking around the neighborhood this summer!”

She replied, “Yes! It was nice talking to you, too.” Bending down, she said, “And it was just lovely meeting you, Roxanne. I’ll see you soon.”

She sounded so refined and proper, and I had to laugh because if there’s anything Roxie is NOT, it’s refined and proper.

Yet I love random little life moments like these.

Walking like a pack for once.

(Note: Sometimes I do call Roxie “Roxanne”, but it’s usually when I’m singing the 1978 hit of the same name by The Police…and as you know, THAT Roxanne is not refined and proper either.)

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  • DawnC April 30, 2013, 6:29 am

    I love Roxie. However, when she ignores me to love all over Scott, it hurts my feelings. Let her know that, ok? OK. The end.

    • Melisa Wells April 30, 2013, 6:34 am

      Join the club, sister. When Jim’s home, I might as well not exist. πŸ™‚

      P.S. She could care less. Annoying.

      • DawnC April 30, 2013, 6:41 am

        Yeah, I get it. I feed Jake, let him sleep in my bed, talk to him, walk him, etc but when Scott is home, it’s like I don’t even exist. Traitor.

  • Tara R. May 1, 2013, 7:58 pm

    Roxanne… don’t let that go to her head. What a wonderful moment you all had.

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