tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8601832390588340028.post1235933007562709040..comments2009-11-23T16:39:27.256-08:00Comments on A Craig Walker's Blog: RoxorgCraighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404282761207574043noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8601832390588340028.post-67040261925087969932009-11-23T16:39:27.256-08:002009-11-23T16:39:27.256-08:00Yeah, she probably was the dog version of retarded...Yeah, she probably was the dog version of retarded. We had so much fun w/ her but all the fun seemed related to her disability. Like when she barked at the sprinklers, or beat a path in our yard, or brought that possum home from the marsh. She had gotten away one night while we were working out front and then dropped a dead possum in front of our house when she returned. I remember being grossed out because she held onto it hard enough to hear it's head crack. But the next day, the possum was gone, so I guess it wasn't dead.Suzanne Bubnashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09305001077699530364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8601832390588340028.post-19840841525937342962009-11-23T10:55:49.136-08:002009-11-23T10:55:49.136-08:00That was a sad day.
I am convinced that Roxie was...That was a sad day.<br /><br />I am convinced that Roxie was, in some measure at least, retarded. Seriously.Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339936940500165901noreply@blogger.com