This is a photo I took of them together yesterday. Moxie’s about 15 pounds heavier than she was in the old photos, and Roux’s gained three pounds! He’ll top out at about fifteen pounds.
Roux was such a welcomed addition to our growing family. Moxie lives in a one bedroom apartment and has a few doggy pals, but what she really needed was a smaller dog to dominate and harass. He’s fine with it :)
When we found our ideal breeder, she had nicknamed Moxie “Miss Bossypants”. It’s a perfect nickname for her, and we still use it to this day. We call this face her bossyface. It’s a straight lineface full of sardonic demands!
Moxie at eight weeks. She’s almost seven months now!
Roux being a wiseguy.
Moxie loves putting her nose in various things and falling asleep. When she was a puppy, she’d put her nose in the couch cushions, and by the end of her nap, her whole body would have disappeared in to the couch. Now that she’s bigger, she settles for little goals, like my moccasins. This was taken two seconds before she tried to kill Roux for attempting to wiggle in her muzzle-holder. They’re still doing everything they can to get along, but sometimes little mishaps happen here and there.
Puppy sleepytime. Roux went on his first walk and then he had his second round of vaccinations. Moxie went without a leash on the walk, so she probably ran a few miles between exploration and spastic stick chasing.
It’s really peaceful here right now!
Moxie loves to affect her environment — knocking things over so they make loud noises, honking squeakers until they give out, ringing bells to signal that she needs to pee, and running through the cheap plastic curtains that came with our apartment to tell us she’s frustrated and wants to play! Today, she lost track of what she was doing and decided to take a frustration nap.
My husband plays for his toughest audience.
