After having to give up my golden lab, Diesel, I vowed that I would not get another dog until I was done with school. I made it almost a year. Since giving my sweet Diesel to a family with another dog, Zeus, lots of good things have happened to me.
I started dating my best friend. I really got my stuff together and made a plan for my education. I achieved great things at my job and became a little more financially secure. But there still seemed to be something missing. I came home every night to a quiet apartment. (And at that time, I still had no cable or internet.) I watched movies that I own and have probably seen 3 times each.
So my partner and I decided to take the leap and move in together. I mean, it really made more sense to not drive back and forth to each others apartments everyday. We decided to get a two bedroom apartment so that we would each still have our own room if we needed it, but it still saved us loads of money. My partner already had a dog, Maddie. With Maddie, I was able to “have” a dog but not have the responsibilty of owning a dog. So this worked out for a little while for the both of us…I walked the dog, fed the dog, washed the dog, and my partner paid for the dog. But then as winter rolled around and there was no one sleeping in my bed with me, I was a little lonely again. Maddie went to bed with her parent and I went to bed alone.
So I decided I wanted a dog too. We searched online for dogs in shelters, the SPCA, the city pounds, and even the classified ads. Then one day I just decided to go look at a shelter to see if I made a connection with one of the puppies. I was sure I wanted a puppy because then I wouldn’t get someone else’s bad habits. So I searched and searched the kennels looking for the perfect dog and had given up. I was ready to go home when the electricity went off because of a storm. The lady at the shelter asked if I wanted to see any adult dogs. I figured it wouldn’t hurt since I didn’t want to go out in the storm anyways.
So we went straight passed the male dogs..Maddie is fertile young female boxer so no males allowed. As we went up and down the isles of female dogs, I thought I was really wasting my time. And that’s when I saw her. This little wasted away boxer who weighted about 35 lbs.
I took her home that night, named her Roxy and she has been such a joy to have around. She is not hyper like most boxers are. She likes to relax and eat, which are two of my favorite things to do. She has grown into a healthy 50 lb. stunning boxer. She was truly a diamond in the rough…she’ my sweet little Rock Head. 
