Skunk Carpet

This is what happens when Roxie gets skunked and comes into the family room to wipe off the skunk oil.

The house stunk for weeks. We had to pull out the carpet, let the house air out, then replace it with new carpet.

Poor baby got a snootful. We love her in spite of it, stinky smell and all :-).

A Dental Adventure

Yesterday Rox had her teeth cleaned. What an adventure! Bob took the job of Worrier, and I was Assistant Worrier.

Here is Baby Girl about 5 hours after waking from anesthesia. She's still groggy and we think her throat hurts from the ET tube. Her cry sounds different, sort of a froggy sound to it.

Bob also became Chief Sympathy Provider. I tell ya, he's head over heels in love with this dog!

So, the day started normally. No food or water, off to the vet at 7:30 AM. Rox was 5th in line for surgery. Due to a couple of emergencies she was bumped to 1:00 PM for a start time. Pretty sure she was unhappy about the cage time.

Her breath was just starting to smell a bit so I scheduled this as a preventive maintenance visit. The teeth cleaned up nicely, no problems with gums or teeth. The only problem seems to be that Rox takes at least a full 24 hours to recover from anesthesia..... not unusual.

Last night we were up several times for her to pee, due to the IV fluids. She was still pretty out of it, so we'd carry her downstairs, set her outside in the dark and stand there with her and a huge flashlight. She weave to and fro, sniff the air, stare out into the dark, then just when we were about to pick her up again, she'd toddle off and let loose a very lengthy pee-pee. Then she'd stand there thinking about it I guess, then back to the kitchen for a treat and back to bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

An hour later, we'd hear her crying. I think it wasn't pain, it was confusion from the anesthesia. At any rate, she's better today but she turned down her walk this morning. That qualifies for a stop-the-presses-news flash! She NEVER turns down a walk.

The vet tech called today to follow-up and it seems Rox is taking a long time to get the anesthesia out of her system. But actually it hasn't even been 24 hours yet. So we'll consider again around 3 PM..............

At any rate, her teeth look great! And hopefully we won't have to do this again for several years!

UPDATE: Sunday evening

Well, Roxie + anesthesia + stress = diarrhea.......... Friday night was sleepless due to voiding out all the IV fluids and anesthesia confusion. Saturday and Saturday night were sleepless due to stress related runs.

Sunday morning Roxie started some Imodium and a bland diet. Good news is that the med seems to be working and the effects of the Friday Dental Adventure are resolving. Also, the ET sore throat seems to be better; Rox is once again "woo-wooing" and "wah-rooing". No more sore throat squeekies.

It's 9 PM Sunday night and Bob and Baby Girl are soundly asleep, hopefully to stay that way allll night long!

Little did I know that this would be a three day recovery process..........

UPDATE: Tuesday morning

Sunday night was not a good night either... Rox was up several times to go potty and she vomited once. She decided to stay on the screened porch rather than go back upstairs. She actually seemed to sense it would be faster to go out if she was on the porch instead of in bed. Of course, this meant Bob or I had to stay up on the porch too, while trying to catch a few zzzzz's.

Monday Rox seemed "not like herself".... she's got very little appetite and will only eat from our hands. And only chicken - meat is the magic answer.

Monday night was better, she got up only once. But Tuesday (today) she is not eating. We haven't seen her poops yet today so we don't know if the diarrhea is gone, but I am stopping the imodium as I fear it might be making her feel bad. We have moved on to yogurt with it's good bacteria cultures in hopes that will be a good holistic approach.

This shouldn't be happening. Rox had a simple dental cleaning and now 4 days later she's still having problems. We are beginning to regret taking her in for an elective procedure..........

Sun Lover

No matter where she is, Rox loves the sun... unfortunately for her the summer sun can be very, very hot with her dark coat....

As much as she loves her walks in the woods, she does get hot and tired when the temp is above 70. Bob takes water and a bowl so she gets a drink in the car on the way home, but it wears her out. She will sleep for 2-3 hours after a long walk in hot temps....

We've decided to try to temper the length and time of day so she won't get overheated, but she seems to have some self-control. The other day it was really warm and Bob said she just found a shady spot on the path and laid down to rest. Laid down on her side with her head on the ground, as if she was going to sleep! Caused some momentary concern on my part "Was she breathing!" But Bob said she just wanted a little rest, so she took it!

After a few minutes, Bob picked her up (all 30 lbs of her) and carried her for about 100 yards. Then she wanted down, and went right back to sauntering along on the walk, sniffing bushes for signs of other critters.

If she doesn't get her morning wake-up walk AND her mid-day park walk she gets a little feisty. As soon as I can figure out how to video with my new cell-phone I hope to post a video of her giving us hell.............. she's a talker!

Hope Springs Eternal

I'm not in the least bit surprised. Roxie got up this morning, had her walk and breakfast, shared rice chex with Bob while he read the paper and then went right outside to check for any of Peter's relatives who might be stupid enough to still be hanging around.

She's circling the yard in surveillance mode, stopping to sniff from time to time.

As I type, she's sitting in the sun on the patio, waiting until it's time to make another trip around...

My heart aches for the bunnies of the world.

First Kill of the Spring...sigh......

We have been pretty lax about blogging lately because things have been so darned quiet. Just "going along"... life has been good but uneventful. Until today.

The Huntress was spotted on the porch with a furry thing in her mouth. First glance didn't make any sense... second glance made me want to vomit.

Roxie had herself a good sized rabbit and was happily eating it's back leg off.

Luckily Bob, being retired and always around, was johnny-on-the-spot to take charge. This being Roxie's second rabbit kill, I was able to keep from hurling, but just barely. Amazingly she obeyed our frantic commands to "drop it"... although she must have been thinking she could slip away unnoticed and moved her meal to the porch outdoors before giving up.

Bob confirmed complete leg dining when he shovelled Peter into a plastic garbage bag.... I'm thinking it will be 6 more days until trash pick-up... perhaps double or triple bagging is in order.

I feel ashamed that I had the presence of mind to grab the camera, but it was 6 inches from my hand and instincts are sometimes strange in the face of .... whatever the hell this penchant for rabbits is.......

A call to the vet - they hadn't heard from us in a while because, like I said before, we were coasting along on 'quiet life mode'........ when I told Barb she just laughed and laughed.... she kindly explained that Rox must have been hungry, as it was lunch time after all..... ha ha.......

Barb checked with a vet who said to not make her vomit because the leg bones could be problematic coming back up. We are to watch for vomiting, belly distention, bloody diarrhea... maybe take her in on Friday for an x-ray...

Bob just loaded her in the car for a long walk in the woods..... hopefully she will not be sick in his car like last time (that was a huge lot of fun..... blech) and that if she is sick it will be deep in the woods and the bones won't cause problems going back out.

One has to think Rox learned her lesson last time - the guts were obviously too rich for her, causing her to toss that huge glop of guts. Maybe she decided to sample the leg this time hoping it would be more palatable.

Honestly, the whole thing turns my stomach. She's a Baby Girl with a Dark Side. She's a subdivision dog with a fenced back yard, a Queen of Suburbia. How can these animal kingdom instincts play out in our back yard?! And how in the world can an 8 inch tall dog with 4 inch long legs catch rabbits?!

And she couldn't have been really hungry, we'd just had lunch and she'd finished off a plate of steamed veggies.

We had to smile when she was finally inside and finished with the cleaning of the face, lips, beard and whiskers, she let out the most melodious song. Bob was telling her what a good dog she is and she just sang and sang - clearly she was proud of her catch.

Gotta love her. Although she ain't kissin' me for a long, long time........ sorry babe.

Math Test

Poor Rox failed her math test today.

Bob went out in the way back to check on roof snow on northern roof. Rox, of course, thought she was invited.

Rox is 9 inches tall at the shoulder. The snow is about 21 inches deep. If I hadn't seen her go after him, I'd never had known where she was. Not even her tail showed. I imagine she was pretty surprised!

The story ends well. I hollered and pointed. Bob trudged over and lifted her out. He carried her back to the patio where is is shoveled.

Miss Silly Girl wouldn't come in, just stood there on the patio staring at Bob and thinking of ways she could meet up with Daddy in the Deep Snow.

We know she's smart because she didn't try it a second time!

Gratuitous Pictures of Beauty

One must forgive the gratuitous use of photos when they are posted out of love.... there are days when I just cannot help myself.

Fall is here, one of my most favorite times of the year. Cool, but not cold yet; the sun remains although thoughts of grey skies temper my smiles. Soon the Grey Skies will arrive and joy will hibernate until next March. I hate Michigan winters....

The picture above is classified. It is Roxie's secret path to the back yard. A hard left turn out of the sunporch puts her on this path to the way back. Bob's such a good daddy - he keeps the path clear when the snow comes and when the hostas overgrow.

If she makes another left turn at the stones, she heads directly under the bushes along the north side of the sunroom. This is her foul-weather potty area. She can do her bidness under the bushes and avoid the snow and rain. Always good to have a "sheltered sh*t spot".

Cute butt. Can't help it. She's my baby....... the River Otter Boo-Boo area is growing back hair, hopefully in time for cold weather.

As if she's deliberately forcing growth of her hair for winter, Rox has gone in and out today, hoping the cool weather will stimulate her follicles. Here she is checking west for ... well, for something.

Bob and Rox continue their walks each day, now wearing Hunter Orange. When they walk in the state land areas, hunters might mistake the upright, two-legged animal for dinner, so Bob carefully dons his orange hat. Sadly, his orange vest from 30 years ago doesn't fit anymore.... I'm working on an orange vest for Rox so she won't be mistaken for a wild turkey on a leash.

The Dreaded Cadillac Crate That Made Roxie Cry

This is the crate that made Roxie cry. This thing is HUGE. It takes up the entire back seat of an SUV. It's made for car safety. Roxie didn't see it that way.

There is a foam pad on the bottom, two pillows at one end (one of them is mine, by the way, with my scent on it - although it is now hers, with HER scent on it...) and her favorite quilt.

I'm proud I got her the biggest one that would fit. I'm proud I got one to fit in the middle seat so she could be by us and not get hurt in a rear-end collision. Putting her in the way back seemed to be too much like cargo, so she made the middle.

We petted her with our fingers through the cage bars. She was not impressed. We talked to her almost all the way. She was not impressed. We fluffed up her pillows. She was not impressed. We told her we loved her enough to keep her safe. She was not impressed.

I feel like a bad mom putting her "in a cage" but it really and truly is the most safe way to travel. If I could have sat in the back and held her I would have, but she would have tried to get into the front seat and would have cried until she got there. So we opted to put up with the crying (which broke our hearts) to keep her safe.

She is not impressed.

A Girl and Her Daddy

At the rest stop on the way home from up north. I zoomed in for a closer shot...

This is behind the brick outhouse....

This is Bob wishing I'd leave him out of the pictures... isn't Roxie pretty? Can't see her shaved butt from this angle....

River Otter - 1, Roxie - 0

Our long week-end up north turned out a little different than we had planned....

We got special permission from the owner of a condo in a resort up north on Lake Michigan to bring Roxie. We thought she'd love walks in the the woods and a different environment for a change. Our hopes were high and we were excited about the mini-vacation.

For safety reasons, we made the huge decision to get a travelling crate for Roxie for the trip. She thinks, being moderately spoiled, that her place in the car is in the driver's lap. Someone before us did her that disservice - she cries if she's in the back seat, cries if she's in the passenger seat and tries to jump into the driver's lap when she can. Obviously not a safe thing to do.

Bob lets her ride in the front passenger seat to the park, as the airbag does not trigger because she's too light weight. But for me, that's still unsafe. In an accident she could go thru the windshield or out the door. So as much as I HATE cages, we got her one for the middle seat. It's huge, the cadillac of crates, and filled it with pillows, pads, and quilts. She can turn around and sleep crosswise in it, it's so big.

So off we go, Roxie in her specially decorated crate. The trip was 330 miles. She screamed and cried for 260 miles. Believe me when I say it was pathetic, heartbreaking and headache-inducing. Not to mention her laryngitis upon arrival at the resort.

Trying to be especially kind, we stopped every 75 miles or so and walked her, gave her treats and pets. No dice. She must have been royally pissed at being in jail.

At about 250 miles I called back to our vet and asked what we could give her to "shut her up".... now, truly I didn't say it exactly like that, but the intent was implied. Bless her little noisy heart.

Turns out that Xanax is a wonder drug. We used it on the return trip and it cut out about 80% of the crying.

Spoiled behavior... or anxiety? Whatever, Xanax is the drug of choice for long trips in the safety of her crate.

Next on the list of excitement: wild critters in the North Woods. Northern Michigan is really very rural and woodsy. I freely admit to being a suburban gal. Don't like flies, bugs, critters, dirt, lack of amenities... you get the idea. So when Bob was walking Roxie for her daily business trips, his stories of adventure went right over my head.

Long story short, they saw (at close range!) skunks, chipmunks, squirrels, raccoons, foxes and most importantly, river otters. The northern Michigan river otters apparently like to hide under cars and attack unsuspecting dachshunds walking by. And if you are a regular reader, you know that Roxie lives to fight those wild critters....

The otter attacked, Roxie countered, slipped her collar, chased the otter into it's river den and we guess found a nest of them. She chose retreat as the better part of valor and got her ass chewed on the way out.

In the midst of the fray, Bob hit the otter on the head with his flashlight to get it off of Rox, and he was left holding the huge Flashlight-That-Shines-to-China, a leash with an empty collar and no dog in sight. Should mention here that it was 6:30 AM and pitch-pitch-inky-black. The otter will undoubtedly have a headache.

War wounds below. They shaved her beautiful hair and found many little scrapes, bites, punctures and lacerations. She looks like a patchwork baby.

Luckily she'd had her rabies vaccination last month after a close encounter of the raccoon kind, and she got her distemper at the vet along with antibiotics and pain meds.

This latest-and-greatest adventure occured on our last morning there. We threw everything in the car, wrapped her in a towel and took off for a five-hour drive to our home vet. Lesson learned - scout out local vets when travelling.

Roxie had a quieter ride home with the Xanax, our vet was wonderful, Roxie acted like a lady while they worked on her and I gave her a major pain pill for that night. She slept like a log and woke up refreshed on Monday AM. She's bruised and puffy, but no infection so far. She grumbles if you try to touch her boo-boos, so we avoid that.

We're wondering if she's thinking she had great adventure... she might be dreaming of the otter she chased away, who knows...

On the long ride home, I kept thinking how upset I was, how I couldn't deal with all the potential trauma, all the "what-ifs" and I finally came round to accept that this is just who she is.... she's good with most dogs and wonderful with kids, but she HATES critters, especially those nasty north Michigan otters.

Of course, in the future, we won't be walking her in the dark in the forest....

4 and 20 Blackbirds Baked in a Pie

Bob had been mowing in the front yard. When he came around to the back, he found Huntress Hannah on the porch with her catch. Just standing there with the poor dead bird at her feet, looking proud and satisfied. When Bob approached her, she started talking. "Will you take me for another walk now? I caught this bird for you so I get a walk, so let's hit the road, Dad......."

Every time Bob tried to get the prize from her she'd grab it and run. The first picture shows her hiding near the back shrubs, guarding her prize. She let me get a couple of pictures, then begrudgingly gave it up.

Looking dejected as Blackbird Billy was taken away....... so how do we handle this? Rox is an animal, bred to hunt. Do we praise her for her keen instincts and fine skill? Do we take sides with the dearly departed bird who probably had a family somewhere...

It's a conundrum. Today Bob praised her - told her she was swift and talented hunter. "Good girl, Roxie!" Roxie looked pleased with the compliments but confused as to why she couldn't keep her bird.

I'm sure the neighborhood blackbirds are swearing a price on our heads as I write.

And to think that is the mouth that kisses us........ blech.............

Dogs are one of life's joys, except when they are one of life's conundrums.

Gifts from an Angel

Ummmmm, ya know when I said she brings in leaves and mud and stuff? Well, she seems to have found a free source of pine tree sap.

She brought me a great big sap booger and stuck it right on my arm! I'm amazed how the booger stuck to me like super-glue and the only thing left on her was a light piney scent.

Looks like we may have to search the yard for the sap source before she plasters the whole house with sticky sap boogers. Acetone worked on my skin, but I have fears about using it on fabrics or bed sheets.......

Ah, springtime in Michigan with a wire-hair wild child tomboy......... cue the violins........

Non-Native Species Identified on Field Trip... Sort Of...

Bob and Rox were walking in the woods at the state park this morning. Deep in the woods. They were interrupted by a gaggle of middle-school students with their teacher. Seems they were on a field trip to see natural flora and fauna; a possum or raccoon perhaps. Maybe some turtles on the shore of the lake.

What they found instead was the non-native Dachshundus Wirehairous. The kids FLOCKED EN MASSE to the cute animal on the end of the leash. Their collective murmurings could be heard throughout the park. Seems they missed the clue that the animal in question was on the end of a .... leash. "Look", they said, in awed tones. As a group, they descended with pets and pats.

And, by instinct long held, the Dachshundus Wirehairous fell onto her back to receive belly rubs. "What kind of animal is this?" they asked. Their teacher's eyes met Bob's eyes - would this animal qualify for the study unit the kids were working on? Sadly, no. Bob told them Rox was a wire haired dachshund. One boy said "but she sure looks like a beagle."

Ah, the state of education in middle schools today.............

I don't think Herself cares if they knew what she was; she was satisfied they knew enough to give her pets and adoration. As was proper..........

It's Going to be A Long Summer

Last night. Last potty trip.

HUGE BARKING, SCREAMING DOG-FIT in the back yard. Neighbors' flood lights are popping on all over the place. Some neighbors came outside for the show.

Yes, you probably guessed it. Rox found another possum....... a bigger one this time from the west side neighbors yard. I get the call "Mom, you better come up; she's got another one."

Bob headed outdoors once again in his battle gear, loaded with the flashlight and leash.....

I must have been in a pretty mellow mood because I didn't feel the need to call Matt in Seattle, and I didn't have gaspy chest pains. OK, so this says what? I'm getting used to the idea that Roxie is not a girly-girl. She seems to be a hunter and a ferocious one at that. Man, oh man, did she go after that critter.

This cannot go on. I worry about her safety. So tonight we've come up with a protocol - PPPPP.

Pre-Potty Possum Patrol Protocol. Bob will circle the yard with the flashlight, hunting for critters before we let Roxie out. If he finds one, he'll explain to it that Roxie is on her way to tear it apart. Skedaddle will be the best plan.

Let you know how this works...... sigh.......

Dogs. Whatareya gonna do?

She's a Truck Chaser !!!!!

Out and about this afternoon, I get a call from Bob. My heart is still pounding....

Seems Bob was sitting in front room doing his homework and Rox was sleeping quietly in her red plaid bed at his feet. Doorbell rings. Roxie doesn't bark because she never barks at doorbells. (Yes, we are lucky....)

UPS had just dropped off a box on the porch. Bob opened the door to pick up the box and Roxie charged out the front door like a bat out of hell. She's barking and running full speed, chasing the UPS truck down the middle of the street. Bob says she was only 4 feet from the bumper. The street is 4 inch thick rutted ice with a dusting of dirt, courtesy of this shitty winter and the wonderful folks at Oakland County who haven't plowed our street for the past two snowfalls.

Bob was in his socks and it's 26 degrees. He had to put on his slippery slip-ons and his coat and grab the leash and collar. By the time he got out the door, the UPS truck had outrun the dog and she was 4 houses down, in the middle of the street just looking around.

When she saw Bob she turned around casually and walked back to him and rolled over on her back for pets. Put on her leash/collar and walked home just as pleased as she could be. Got into bed and went to sleep.

HUH?! What the hell was this about? We've never had ANY sign that she is a truck chaser... when folks come to the door she sometimes doesn't even get up out of bed; although she will look at them, she makes no attempt to disrupt her repose. She's never shown any indication of anything like this on her many walks - not toward cars or trucks...

Has she been a truck chaser all along? Was this perhaps one of the reasons she entered the foster care system? Is it only UPS trucks? Was she mad at it, or did her first owner work for UPS and she thought she might have found her first owner? Do UPS trucks have a specific sound or smell?

This is unsettling to say the least. The statistics of dogs being injured or killed while chasing vehicles are chilling.

Roxie continues to be a loving, sweet little girl with her own mind and eccentricities. But this... this was absolutely unexpected.

When I got home, I found her safe and sound, reclining in plaid luxury. She gave me the most beautiful look. She doesn't have a clue....

We're So Proud...

Rox had her second mani-pedi today and she was fabulous! Different groomer this time, just as nice as last time, but this time a second groomer held Rox while the first did her nails.

We had prepped the groomer, and a couple of them in the shop remembered her from last time.

Roxie never made a peep. She stood there, got the work done and seemed very pleased to be handling it well.

She even agreed to a "sanitary" - where they clipped the back end a little bit for hygiene purposes. You know.... no more dingleberries.... eeeeuw!

She was very reserved on the ride home, and after getting her well-deserved treat, she made her feelings known: she got in her bed and ignored us.

She's willing to act well-behaved in public and put up with the grooming, but made us pay for it when we got home. We didn't see her again until dinner.

We're so proud, she was so good on the grooming table!

Snow Day No. 9

What do ya mean "knock the snow off before I come in?" I'm licking as fast as I can!

Nails Done, No One Died

The groomer was wonderful - she was perfect with Roxie and very nice to me! I carried Rox in from the car and when I went in the little office area, Tammy said "come on back."

I put Rox on the table, Tammy hooked her up to the little noose-collar thingy and gave her some lovin...... then before Roxie could blink, she was having her nails dremeled. No clippers, just the sanding thingy.

Tammy held her in such a way that Roxie had to cooperate. No jumping off, no biting, no growling, but Lordy, what singing she did....

The people outside the glass at the register could hear her. Howling screams...... the other groomers started to laugh, because it WAS funny..... nothing hurt, nobody was pulling body parts off her, but Rox was not appreciating the opportunity. She did however, wag her tail through most of it.

Huh?! Screaming and wagging at the same time? A multi-tasking annoyed dachsie......

Bob left us in the groomer to go get a bag of food and a Booda Bimple Bone...... he missed the show. Turns out that I actually moved outside the gate instead of standing in front of Rox. Standing there wasn't helping and I think it might have been distracting to Rox actually. I tried the old treat bits to take her mind off things, and she REFUSED to even sniff them. She was totally engaged in disliking the moment!

So anyway, she's home with very nice short nails. Pretty. And she's still talking to us.

Sigh...... I guess I was a chump for worrying....... now Tammy is stuck with us forever!

SBWF Seeks Canine Buddy

Single Boar Wirehair Female seeks a canine buddy for play and hiking. Loves long hikes in the woods, the more mud, leaves, trees and scents the better!, tiger prawns, steak bits and broiled salmon, long massages and cuddling by the fire. Dislikes possums and cats (cat lovers need not reply), interruptions during sleeping, manicures/pedicures, short walks and riding in the back seat of cars. Also dislikes lettuce. All replies considered, except cat lovers and possums. They will be eaten.

Portrait of a One-Eyed Huntress

The Mighty Huntress, posing after the kill.

Remember the possum? Dead.

Once again tonight we hear screaming barking and see moving fence with our heavy flashlight. Again, the back neighbor turned on his floodlights, giving us a clear view of the offending critter. I'm amazed at how like a huge rat it looked in profile, back-lit by the floods. Like a huge RAT scampering along the top of the fence. Until it came to the end of the fence.

By a fluke, the critter was toppled, and fell into our yard. Sh*t. Should have fallen the other way into the neighbors yard.

Bob was ringside to the fight with the leash in one hand and flashlight in the other. Roxie went immediately for its neck and shook it back and forth. Bob watched as the possum tried to bite Rox. They were rolling around in deep snow and he's not sure if she got bit. Bob took the safe road and didn't bend over. Although he did proudly relay all the fight sounds to me. He thinks Roxie is brave..... sigh....... guy thing.

After Roxie dragged the dead critter up to the house to show me, we finally got her to drop it by throwing pieces of steak at her. It seemed a much quieter way to retrieve her, one that didn't wake all the neighbors again. Once she was far enough away, Bob collared her and brought her back in.

She's pretty darn proud, as you can see in the picture above. Notice the calmly arrogant stance and brave defiant look. Also note Bob in the background talking to our son in Seattle. Reassuring him after I called in tears then hung up to pace. "No, Mom's ok, she going to throw up, then she'll be fine." And "you should have seen her, just went for the throat and crunched it's skull."

We wiped her down with wet paper towels and found no blood. The ER vet told us to take her in tomorrow for a booster rabies shot and a closer inspection for puncture wounds. My heart is pounding and I'm about to hurl.

We are both shaking our heads. It's been three dachsies ago that we had a hunter. Lady brought us 12 birds one summer. Ick. Rox had to wade through deep snow to get to the back of the yard - she obviously was determined.

Oh well, my sleeping pill effect has worn off after the adrenalin rush. Guess I'll be tossing and turning tonight.

Roxie is rolling on the carpet, sharing the dead critter scent with us.... gag........

Can we survive the adventure that is Roxie? Is the possum really dead or just faking? Shall we always keep a supply of leftover steak handy for emergencies like this?