Likes: Riley loves taking an energeticly crazy run around the house going at top speed also he loves driving the cats crazy..Harry plays with him, but Olivia isn't crazy about him
Pet-Peeves: He freaks out whenever we watch movies using the surround sound, the volume scares him into hiding
Favorite Toy: he has about a half dozen stuffed animals which he loves for you to throw so that he can fetch....he knows the names of each one of them and when asked he will correctly bring you the one you ask for...this guy's a real smarty
Favorite Food: his training treats
Favorite Walk: He love, love loves his walks and jumps up and down when he sees his leash!
Best Tricks: he already sits, lies down, stays and gives you his paw ohh and he falls over when we say "bang" and now he rolls over too!
Arrival Story: We are a cat family, but I have been wanting a dog for the longest time. In my family we always had both. Finally we all agreed that it was time for a dog in this house. We decided that we would adopt someone from the animal shelter. We all agreed that it would be a female around 9 months to a year, she would medium to large in size. We all liked labs, shepards, shelties and aussies. The guys decided that there would never be a fru-fru little yapper breed, even though my sister in law and I love the small breeds too. My husband and his brother said that they would never walk a tiny walking ball of fluff! One Saturday in late July they said that they'd really like to have a German Shepard. They had errands to run so I stayed home and started checking out the animal shelters and various agencies. I came across a few really nice dogs and I couldn't wait for them to get back to show them. I heard the car pull up and they entered the house calling my name. There was something strange in their voices but I got up to meet them in the living room. As I turned the corner, I stopped as something was shoved into my face....a furry little something! My sister in law then handed me this hairy round little fur ball. i think my jaw fell to the floor and my eyes about popped out of my head! I found myself holding a tiny little puppy who weighed all of 3 pounds. He was absolutely adorable and yes you read right, "he"! I asked what breed, he kinda looked like a tiny sheltie...my jaws dropped and my eyes popped again as my sister in law said "he's a yorkie-pom mix! Okay, so much for the best laid plans. We all agreed to never adopt from a pet store, so guess where the found him....you know it, the local pet shop! We are lucky, he's totally healthy as we had him checked out right away. We decided to donate to the shelter since we didn't get a dog from them. At first he was a little timid about being held and he would stiffen up and have this funniest scared expression on his face when we picked him up. Other wise he was just the sweetest and friendliest little guy you could ever want. He soon got over that and he loves being held and he'll sit and play in your arms now. As he is growing we can really see the Yorkie in him but there's no sign of the Pom....he really looks like a Cairn terrier, so who knows what his other half is although it really doesn't matter because we couldn't love him any more or less. He is adored and he's found his home with four people who will always love and take care of him.
Bio: Riley is a ball of energy who would tire out the energizer bunny! He has a particular talent for finding trouble as he's always into something. Our new motto is...if Riley's quiet, go find out what he's into now! He's quite smart and easily learned tricks as fast as we could teach him. The cats aren't too thrilled to have him here, they tolerate him. My Harry is as close to friendly as any of them will ever be. He's willing to play but Riley gets too rough way too fast and so Harry is off and running to the refuge of the back rooms. We keep the bedrooms closed off to Riles because he simply wreaks havoc if he gets into any of them. Also, he loves getting into the cat's litter box...ewwwww! Aside from that the poor cats really do need an escape from him. We have a suspension gate keeping him in the front rooms and it's not unusual to see a cat tearing through the rooms to get to the gate and they actually fly over it when they do, leaving a frustrated puppy behind looking like....Heyyyy!