This is Roxy. She is my parents’ miniature dachshund. She is 15 pounds of bad breath, licking, wiggling love. A few weeks ago, my mom commented that she didn’t have a very good photo of Roxy. So the next time I was in town, I broke out my camera and set about to get a “good photo.”
It won’t win any awards and isn’t a work of art. But it captures the sassy little bugger’s personality and beautiful dapple coat. Then my father, who has to live in a nursing home away from my mom and Roxy because of his ailing health, described it as perfect, well, that’s enough for me.