Likes: getting love, his warm comfy bed, escaping, climbing the tree in the back yard, people, putting his head between your knees while you scratch his ears, going to the dog park, his kitty Greasy, his mommy!
Pet-Peeves: things touching his feet when hes napping, being ignored, getting caught when he escapes, being inside while the squirrel is outside, having to do too many tricks for a treat, being alone
Favorite Toy: tennis balls, tug of war ropes, kong chewies, squirrels if he could catch em...
Favorite Food: carrots, broccoli, cat food, anything but his own food....
Favorite Walk: the park
Best Tricks: bang, get the leash, kisses, crawl, back up, shake ("other paw", too), speak, leave it (with the treat sitting on his nose), getting sassy when you don't give him a treat because he didn't do the trick right
Arrival Story: My brother's best friend found him abandoned and emaciated in a park and brought him to us. I was a young girl and I fell in love with his big sweet puppy eyes and floppy, uncoordinated little puppy self, so I begged and convinced my mom to let me keep him (she secretly didn't need all the begging, she was in the process of begging and convincing herself, too =P)
Bio: Riley loves to chase squirrels, loves to get out of the house and run away for as long as possible at the most inopportune times (not so much now that he's an older, more dignified doggy), and is very loving and patient. He is wonderful with all six of our cats, as well as with my nephews. It's hard to stay mad at him when he gets into trouble because he is so charming. He doesn't like to go to bed without me, and if I'm sitting at the computer at bedtime he'll come out of my room and stand there staring at me, then go back to my room. If I don't come after he does that a couple times, he walks closer and starts whining, then he'll walk a few steps away, turn his head back and look at me with eyes that say, 'come ooon', and go to my room again. If he wants food or his water bowl is empty, he flips the respective bowl over, and will do it continually until you give him what he wants. If he likes you, he likes to put his head between your knees, whether you're sitting or standing (he's not sniffing your crotch!), and have you scratch his ears. He loves to lay next to the fire, and would practically crawl into it if he could. He is a truly amazing dog, and my best friend.
so it's been pretty long since I last posted. Nothing exciting has really been happening, except last week I spent at Mom's boyfriend's house, which was really fun. I totally made myself at home. Mom thought I might get homesick but I was fine. They even have a dog door there for their doggy Ruby, but she was gone that week. Mom brought my blanket and a couple toys, some treats and my own food. Mom worried a little cause I wasn't eating as well as I normally do, but she figured out it was because I didn't like where the food bowl was. I am a picky guy! I had lots of fun, but I was glad to get back home to my kitties and the rest of my family.
I am so frustrated! My mom works at this wierd thing called a "renaissance faire", and she's gonna be gone every weekend for six weekends (starting last weekend)! I hate it when shes gone for one night, let alone two! I know she feels bad leaving me, and would bring me with her if she could, but she really likes this place I guess. So I'm stuck all weekend with Gammie, and sleeping alone in my bed. *sigh*. All I know is she better make up for it with lots of attention and walks each week!
Yesterday, my mommy took me to the vet to get my teeth cleaned. She noticed they were really bad, I had a black line along my gums in the back and tartar (naughty mommy for not brushing my teeth, even though she has stuff to do it with!), and she made an appointment immediately. She was a little concerned about me being put under anesthesia, but I was ok. When they came to take me back into the room, I did NOT want to go, and I pulled back toward my mom, so she got up and walked with us as far as she could go, and from there I did OK.
I was soooooooo excited when she came to pick me up! I just wanted to go home. I was really loopy from the anesthesia, mom could tell I didn't feel quite right because I kept whining on the way home and even once I got home. I ate my dinner right away (I was soooo hungry! I hadn't been able to eat since 9pm the night before), which made mom happy.
Anyway, the vet told mom that I had gingivitis, so she's gonna start brushing my teeth a couple times a week, and I'm on antibiotics for a week. The vet also said I was so well behaved (as always), aaaaand Mom also bought me these yummy chewy treats that have enzymes that help plaque not form into tartar, so I'm a happy boy! Yay for clean teeth!