Roxy

⚡ Roxy ⚡.
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Okay, first of all—hi. I’m Roxy..
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*Legally.*.
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But around here? You might hear Meatball. Potato. Tater Tot. Honestly, I answer to all of them because… have you seen me? Short legs, round body, tiny little face—yeah, I get it. I’m adorable. You don’t have to tell me twice..
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I’m a red husky too, which means I’ve got attitude. A *lot* of attitude. It’s basically packed into this compact little body of mine. Efficient, if you ask me..
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I didn’t exactly have an easy start here though. I was an emergency case out of Fort Worth. I got spayed at a shelter, and everything was supposed to be fine… except it wasn’t. I started bleeding, and nobody could figure out why..
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Next thing I know, Annabelle and Michelle are on their way to get me, and I’m headed to the vet. I made it through the night (you’re welcome for being tough), got my all clear, and then—worst part of this whole ordeal—they made me wear a cone..
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A cone..
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I survived, obviously. And then I made my way up to the rescue..
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Right now, I’m living the VIP life in one of the triage kennels in the adoption center. It’s this big crate in the hallway where all the important dogs go—you know, the ones who need a little extra care. I’m still healing, so I haven’t joined the big packs yet..
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But honestly? I’m not missing much..
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I get to hang out with Star, soak up attention from every single person who walks by, and casually remind the dogs in the dorms that I’m superior because I get to free roam. Sometimes they disagree. Loudly. It’s fine. I keep things interesting..
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Now, there is one thing we should probably get out of the way—.
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Cats? Not my thing..
Small dogs? Also not my thing..
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I never really got the whole “friends, not food” memo, and I’m not super interested in learning it now. So if your house includes tiny, fast-moving creatures… I’m gonna go ahead and say I’m not your girl..
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But if you’re looking for a hilarious, confident, slightly dramatic, attention-loving little tank of a husky?.
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Yeah. That’s me.