For about a month this summer, I had my friends dog Roxy with me because he had a difficult time getting her a flight to the Lower 48. Since I was planning a visit to see him in Vermont anyway, I offered to just bring her along with me because the airline that I was flying with is much more pet friendly. Our first summer stop was in NC where my friend Chirsty also has a dog named Roxy. Roxy and Roxy really got along quite well. I think this little piece of heaven in NC was a nice transition for Roxy coming from Alaska to the big wide world of the Lower 48. We ended up calling the brown one Roxy and the black one Box-o-Rox just so they wouldnt get confused. I think the nickname stuck.
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