Saturday, we had terrible storms. It started raining hard and I had the door to the garage open (but not the garage door!). Roxy went into the garage, but wouldn’t come in no matter how many times I called. Later I figured out why: we had had crawfish for lunch and she had torn the entire garbage bag open and had feasted on crawfish heads! She’s a street dog, no matter how hard I try to reassure her that she's safe and has a steady supply of meals! She loves digging in trash cans.
She is continuing to reveal the sweetest personality--and is becoming very playful. She is seeking me out for ear rubs, putting her chin on my knee every time I sit down. A real turn of events; the trust grows stronger each day. I am so proud of her.
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