adopted at the local shelter like I was? She sure is a different breed from her parents. Kim is sort of ... well, like a mutt. And her mother is a regal top breed!
So what if Kim isn't perfect. Like all mutts, Kim has a heart of gold. She takes exceptional care of us and never gets mad when we do things like poop on the couch. We don't mean to - sometimes we can't help ourselves!
Kim has to put up with so much from the bullies at school that we don't want anyone else making her feel worse - like her parents. We like to protect her whenever we can, just like she protects us.
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Roxy popped up out of bed almost a full hour before her alarm clock rang. She was so anxious about managing five dogsâincluding little Roxieâthat her dreams during the night had been filled with images of ten-foot-tall Yorkie-Poos that all looked like little Roxie.
She stretched her arms over her head and tried to decide on the perfect dog-walking outfit. At least she didnât have to worry about running into Jessica dressed in anything similar. And there was no way that Jessica would be out and about before the sun was up.
Roxy was trying hard not to think about showing up at Lizâs house in about an hour. She could picture the smug and satisfied look on Lizâs face when she opened the door and saw Roxy, the âhired help,â standing there. Liz had the same superior look plastered across her face whenever she tormented her housekeeper by forcing the poor woman to make Lizâs grilled-cheese sandwich over and over until she got the crust just crispy enough. Roxy was nervous enough about walking five dogs; it would be a lot easier if little Roxie wasnât one of them.
She glanced at the clock. It was now 5:30 a.m., and she was expected at the Goldman household by 6 a.m. to pick up Tyler, a St. Bernard. Roxy looked at the rest of the carefully organized and printed-out schedule she had made for herself and the rest of the girls. After picking up Tyler, Roxy had to retrieve Chloe the Pomeranian, Precious the cocker spaniel, Horton the corgi, and finally little Roxie.
Guess Iâm saving the best for last today , Roxy sighed as she pulled on a pair of cropped, hot-pink yoga pants, a gray hoodie, and sneakers. She didnât have any experience in dressing for dog walkingâeven with all the time that she had spent with little Roxie. Liz did very little to take care of little Roxie, other than dressing her in ridiculous outfits, toting her around, and loving all the attention the tiny dog attracted.
Roxy grabbed Kimâs canine kit and was about to head out the door when she decided that, as vice president of public relations, it was her duty to update the Doggy Divas Twitter feed first thing every morning.
@MissDoggyDiva: Just out for our morning walk! What R U waiting for? Call us! Ur dog will thank u!
Then Roxy flipped open her cell phone to text her business partners and pump them up in honor of their first official morning of dog walking.
To: Georgia cell, Kim cell
From: Roxy cell
âGood morning, divas! I can feel itâthis morning will put the Doggy Divas on the map! But, if U want to walk little Roxie for me, Iâll pay you $1,000. XO, Râ
Roxy quietly shut the front door behind her so she wouldnât wake anyone. She had casually mentioned to her mom that she was helping out the neighborhood by walking dogs during the strike. Eventually her mom would realize that her daughter was a full-fledged business owner, but for now Roxy didnât want to have to explain her new friends and the lack of her old ones.
Maybe Iâll wait to tell her when we make the cover of Entrepreneur magazine or Warren Buffett buys a stake in the Doggy Divas ! Roxy laughed to herself as she ran up the walkway of the Goldman house and tried to stop from shaking with nerves. Tyler started barking before she even rang the doorbell.
âTyler, quiet!â Mrs. Goldman
So what if Kim isn't perfect. Like all mutts, Kim has a heart of gold. She takes exceptional care of us and never gets mad when we do things like poop on the couch. We don't mean to - sometimes we can't help ourselves!
Kim has to put up with so much from the bullies at school that we don't want anyone else making her feel worse - like her parents. We like to protect her whenever we can, just like she protects us.
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Roxy popped up out of bed almost a full hour before her alarm clock rang. She was so anxious about managing five dogsâincluding little Roxieâthat her dreams during the night had been filled with images of ten-foot-tall Yorkie-Poos that all looked like little Roxie.
She stretched her arms over her head and tried to decide on the perfect dog-walking outfit. At least she didnât have to worry about running into Jessica dressed in anything similar. And there was no way that Jessica would be out and about before the sun was up.
Roxy was trying hard not to think about showing up at Lizâs house in about an hour. She could picture the smug and satisfied look on Lizâs face when she opened the door and saw Roxy, the âhired help,â standing there. Liz had the same superior look plastered across her face whenever she tormented her housekeeper by forcing the poor woman to make Lizâs grilled-cheese sandwich over and over until she got the crust just crispy enough. Roxy was nervous enough about walking five dogs; it would be a lot easier if little Roxie wasnât one of them.
She glanced at the clock. It was now 5:30 a.m., and she was expected at the Goldman household by 6 a.m. to pick up Tyler, a St. Bernard. Roxy looked at the rest of the carefully organized and printed-out schedule she had made for herself and the rest of the girls. After picking up Tyler, Roxy had to retrieve Chloe the Pomeranian, Precious the cocker spaniel, Horton the corgi, and finally little Roxie.
Guess Iâm saving the best for last today , Roxy sighed as she pulled on a pair of cropped, hot-pink yoga pants, a gray hoodie, and sneakers. She didnât have any experience in dressing for dog walkingâeven with all the time that she had spent with little Roxie. Liz did very little to take care of little Roxie, other than dressing her in ridiculous outfits, toting her around, and loving all the attention the tiny dog attracted.
Roxy grabbed Kimâs canine kit and was about to head out the door when she decided that, as vice president of public relations, it was her duty to update the Doggy Divas Twitter feed first thing every morning.
@MissDoggyDiva: Just out for our morning walk! What R U waiting for? Call us! Ur dog will thank u!
Then Roxy flipped open her cell phone to text her business partners and pump them up in honor of their first official morning of dog walking.
To: Georgia cell, Kim cell
From: Roxy cell
âGood morning, divas! I can feel itâthis morning will put the Doggy Divas on the map! But, if U want to walk little Roxie for me, Iâll pay you $1,000. XO, Râ
Roxy quietly shut the front door behind her so she wouldnât wake anyone. She had casually mentioned to her mom that she was helping out the neighborhood by walking dogs during the strike. Eventually her mom would realize that her daughter was a full-fledged business owner, but for now Roxy didnât want to have to explain her new friends and the lack of her old ones.
Maybe Iâll wait to tell her when we make the cover of Entrepreneur magazine or Warren Buffett buys a stake in the Doggy Divas ! Roxy laughed to herself as she ran up the walkway of the Goldman house and tried to stop from shaking with nerves. Tyler started barking before she even rang the doorbell.
âTyler, quiet!â Mrs. Goldman
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