Roxi has always possessed a delightful joie de vivre. But it's getting more pronounced - or perhaps just more noticeable - all the time.
She'll be sitting on the floor. And one of the cats will sit next to her. Or she'll notice a plastic container. Or she'll find a Cheerio that the broom missed. Or she'll make a big splash in the tub.
Then she'll turn to you, wearing a big-as-Texas grin, with an expression that undoubtedly says, "Isn't this the coolest thing EVER!? I can hardly believe my good fortune. Check it out!"
And you can't help but agree that, yes, that IS the coolest thing ever. Her enthusiasm is positively infectious. I have a new appreciation for all sorts of things: bar coasters, window condensation, dirt clumps, my wallet, grout and tissues. Especially tissues.
Man oh man. Give Roxi a tissue and she's happy for a solid 15 minutes. She rips that sucker into tiny pieces, waving all the while, until it looks a like snow on the carpet instead of Kleenex. The trick is to stop her before she tries to eat any of it. Not unlike the park sand.