Everything you need to know about who’s who and what’s what in my life.


Mom is Mom. She is the love of my life and I adore her. She is my entire world. I have extreme separation anxiety issues when she is away. You can read all about her in my ‘Authorized’ autobiography ‘Roxie, Life from where I sit, stand and stay’

She is my Auntie Gina, my best friend. She takes me for walks when my Mom is at work or away. Sometimes I spend the afternoons at her place and I even sleep over there occassionally. Once I did so for two whole weeks while my Mom went on a trip to Egypt.

My Godmom Not sure if Jewish dogs have Godmoms but I do! She is my Mom’s loooong time friend. If God forbid mom bites the big one before me, I am willed to her with a bunch of dough—high maintenance comes with a price. So if the worst were to happen I’ve got my Godmom on Blackberry, Twitter, Speed-Dial, Facebook and Dogbook.

Tate He is Godmom’s cat and my cuz. We kinda grew up together. When we were young we used to chase a ball together in Godmom’s apt and now that we’re getting on in years we just kind of stare at each other. I’m not all that hot on c-a-t-s as a rule, because another friend’s cat did that scary Halloween arched back thing and pounced on me in the middle of the night. But Tate is really the coolest cat, and I just can’t help but love him. He is a Scottish Fold and since his ears are folded down he can’t hear when I mumble complaints under my breadth.

Faux Daddy Mom is single, so I’ve never had the chance to do the whole male bonding thing: no poker nights, no sweat lodges, no Sundays watching football eating Buffalo Wings and kicking back with the guys. So when a man comes into my life, I check them out to see if they have what it takes to become my “Faux Daddy.” I do it the only way I know how. I attach myself to their leg (literally,) hang on, and see if they can take the heat.

Memory Lane is the big area rug in our apartment where I’ve had what my Mom thinks were accidents. I’m a sniffer what can I say, and I just love revisiting my past and this is where I can always get a whiff of some of my fondest memories.

Business Meetings is how She refers to my poop, so she can delicately let my Mom know how I’m doing while she’s at work. Needless to say I have lots of business to do just about every day.

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