The Roxie Wag

Just Asking?

Why is it that I really prepare before every business meeting by taking in as much information as possible, but then when it comes down the actual business meeting so little comes out of it?

Just today I had just such a meeting and only small nuggets of what was on the agenda were even discussed, and those were tossed aside.

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The Best of Both Worlds

My privates were adjusted early on before I had a say in the matter, and I’ve been playing both sides of the fence ever since. Is it fun—you betcha! I fool around like a man, dress like a girl, act like a woman, and play like a little boy. Who’d a thought it!

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Going in Style

My new neighbor Daisy is one smart cookie. Somehow got her parents to buy her this fancy stroller. Now she never has to get her feet wet again. I want one of these.

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Gotcha… Hands Up!

I’m so excited, the crime scene cuties caught our thieves. That’s right, the ones who broke into our beach house a few weeks back. Seems that they had a weakness for On Demand porn and left a trail a mile wide. So busted.

I can’t wait to go to the station and check them out in the line-up. Just thinking about being surrounded by
hunky police dogs in uniform gives me a thrill. Yummy!!!

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Memorial Day at John Lennon’s Memorial

Just ‘Imagine’…a juicy hunk of filet mignon, a mountain of chicken cookies, free love, a Beagles reunion, and…oh yeah, World Peace.

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Is this how I’m supposed to wear it?
I’m doggone scared of that swine flu!!!

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No Pets Allowed

What is that about? The places that display this sign obviously don’t know what a foodie I am! Nor the lengths to which I will go to for ‘people’ food. First of all, let’s get this straight. I don’t do DOG FOOD. I eat take-out gourmet chicken, (unfortunately with some dreadful prescription dog food that my Mom insists on mixing with the chicken.) So its neccessary for me to supplement my meals every way I can — sometimes it ain’t pretty, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Most of my kind find hanging out at peoples’ feet at the dinner table, hoping for droppings, satisfactory. Not me. Big dinner parties are my favorite milieu. Someone always gets up — and when they do I put on my cutest face, grab something from their plate and I’m off. Half the time no one even catches me.

I do my best work with Hors D’oeuvres on a low cocktail table – although I was caught last summer standing on the table with 2 empty dip dishes licked dry and cracker pieces hanging from my moustache. That same week, while we were walking around a Flea Market, a fellow walking in front of us was dangling his hot dog a little low. I just couldn’t help grabbing and gobbling it up. Mmmm, mmm, love those dogs!

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Handling Celebrity. Bo is in the House.

The First Doggy Bo. Been there and done that. I’ve been a celeb from the day I was born and to be honest, you either have it or you don’t. I can tell that Bo will do just fine in the spotlight, he’s got that certain something that can’t be learned or inherited.