Sometimes Roxy can be a real grouch. I’m not complaining, in fact this is one of her distinct qualities that I cherish the most. Perhaps it’s that I enjoy seeing that part of myself reflected in her, or maybe it’s just that I like sassy dogs.

This really isn’t her fault. Imagine being treated like royalty from the time you’re a puppy, growing up in a household where you’re revered and worshipped like some pudgy deity. You would start acting like a spoiled sauce pot, too.