Please forgive the delay. We’ve had some excitement of the undesirable kind around here. It seems that Grandma (my ex-MIL) did NOT want to put Kitty on the plane to me and Kitty missed her flight. I’ve been recovering from my 3 am drama for a few days. The story ended well as Kitty is here, albeit more than 12 hours later than scheduled, which was already 2 days later than planned.
We left off discussing how Bad Pants travels a ton, how I don’t sleep well without Freya and well, I don’t like being home alone (even with kids present) after dark since I can’t hear what’s going on outside. Also, I was having a hard time hearing anyone knocking on the door if there was any noise in the house at all.
Enter Roxanne, a 3 1/2 yr old Mastiff-Great Dane cross (the designer name is Mastidane or Daniff- they’re quite common in South Africa). She’s black with flecks of gray on her face and feet, a white half-heart and outline of the other heart half on her chest and a few white spots on the same gray flecked feet. She’s got calluses on her hocks and elbows from where a chain rubbed against her body for so long, pins in a hip from where she was put back together at some point after being hit by a car, and hind legs that don’t work as well as they used to. Like many in this country, her people fell on hard times economically and needed to find her a home. And so she came to live with us, this giant girl with the sweet, sweet soul, and perfect house manners.
Roxanne will bark if someone knocks at the door. Roxie also lets out a low growl at strangers until I tell her it’s ok. She walks nicely on a leash, loves her blankie and is effusive with her kisses. BP likes that she’s big enough that no one will break in or mess with us when he’s traveling, or any other time.
Now, if I can only get her to alert me to when my phone is ringing. Can’t have her bring it to me as it’s likely to disappear in her giant maw. Or be so slobbery as to short out my phone all together. 🙂
Roxanne isn’t a replacement for Freya. She doesn’t fill that hole in my heart. She’s just herself, treasured and appreciated for what she brings to our lives. And we love her already.