Love in a Parking Lot


Some people say that watching loved ones reunite at the airport is a happy thing to do. I wouldn’t know. I never go anywhere. Not that I’m complaining or anything, because really, there’s no place I’d rather be than at home on the couch with my family.

But today I learned about another really neat thing to do: Watching families meet their new dogs in a parking lot.

Stuey and I both rode in the trucks driven by the nice guys who help with dog rescue. And as excited as we were to come to Connecticut, it was kind of a delayed reaction for us, since we went to a foster home for a while first. We had to prove that we were awesome before we got adopted.

Today we watched as families waited — some actually jumping up and down with excitement — for their new pets. They had only seen their dogs in pictures, and today was their “gotcha day.”

So fun! My mom took this picture of a little girl named Claire, her mom, and their new best friend, Benji, who came from the South, just like Stuey and me. He got off the truck and immediately licked every face he could reach.

Claire and her family are super lucky, and so is Benji. If you’re ever in a bad mood and need some cheering up, go to the commuter parking lot with the 18-wheeler with pictures of dogs on the outside. Tell Kyle the truck driver that Roxy says hi!

Best. Day. Ever.



As you might imagine, I have fabulous days all the time.

Regular dogs, like Stuey and any other non-famous dogs, can have some pretty good days — days that could include bacon, belly rubs, squirrel chasing, or rolling in something smelly.

But me? I tend to have exceptional days. Once or twice a week I get to go to schools where I am the center of attention. A few hundred kids pet me and say how cute I am. And I get to ride in the front seat of the car. Both ways.

Friday, however, was crazy-good. When we arrived at Simpson-Waverly School in Hartford, it seemed like a regular school visit. But then our super-nice friend Bob started handing out copies of my book to these little kids. They all got a copy! They were all smiley and happy and so excited to get their own book, which, as you know, has dozens of pictures of me in it. What could be better?

(I’m still trying to figure humans out. Even though the kids all seemed happy, my mom was crying. Do people cry when they’re happy? People are so weird.)

Anyway, these kids all got to start their weekends by petting me, hearing about my story and the story of other dogs who are rescued and brought to their forever homes, and getting a new book.

Now that’s a fabulous day.

The Challenges of Life as a Diva Dog


Like Paris Hilton and Katie Holmes, my appearances in public are well documented and photographed. Of course, I don’t mind the attention, and am happy to pose for pictures with kids and my many admirers. 

But yesterday? Sheesh.

We were fortunate enough to be invited to the Hill-Stead Farmer’s Market, where we met tons of nice people and sold lots of books. But the heat was a bit much. Sure, I’m a Tennessee girl, but nobody’s going to have a good fur day on a with that much humidity.

Fortunately, this coming week will be spent where I belong: In air-conditioned comfort. My human mom booked us three book signings and readings at local libraries this week, and I’m really looking forward to meeting all of those kids and helping spread the word about dog rescue. (She also talks to kids about writing, but I usually try to catch a quick nap during that portion of the program.)

Here’s where we’ll be for free programs this week:

Tuesday, 7/17, 7 p.m. — Berlin-Peck Memorial Library, Berlin
Wednesday, 7/18, 2 p.m. — Simsbury Public Library, Simsbury
Thursday, 7/19, 3 p.m. — Levi E. Coe Library, Middlefield

Please come! Since I’ve insisted that these libraries all set their thermostats at a cool 72 degrees, feel free to come meet us and photograph my best side. Oh, who are we kidding? I look good from any angle.