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Riley's Riddles

A Rubber Chicken???

Mom,

While I am extremely appreciative of your thought and trouble of bringing me home a chicken for Easter as I had asked, I am not sure this is quite what I had in mind. I like it. I like it a lot, but it is a rubber chicken. It does nothing but squeak. I had a real live chicken in mind. One that runs around and goes “peep, peep, peep”. Remember when Daddy went to Tractor Supply this weekend and he called home to let us hear the live chicks they had? That is what I want! Plus, Ruger has already chewed a toe off of the rubber chicken. Can we please have a real chicken? One that we could chase out in the yard?

Love,

Riley and Ruger

Mommy, Can We Have A Pet?

Dear Diary,

Today I am using this space to make a plea to my Mommy.

Dear Mommy,

Ruger and I have been extremely good lately with minimal damage to the home, lawn and garden (notice I said minimal, not no damage to my Dogster friends). I think Ruger and I have shown you that we are growing up and we are ready for some new responsibilities. So, with that in mind, I...scratch that...WE want to ask you if we continue to be really, really good, do all our chores and stay half way clean, for Easter, can we have a pet chicken?

Love,
Riley & Ruger

I'm Telling On You Ruger!

Seeing as I am next to the youngest of the Hicks Herd, I only have one pooch to pick on. That would be my little brother Ruger...plus I like to talk:)

Yesterday when Mommy got home to let us out to pee-pee, Harley peed, then Cosmo peed on Harley's pee, then Maggie peed on Cosmo's pee that was on top of Harley's pee. Then I peed on Maggie's pee which was on top of Cosmo's pee on top of Harley's pee. Then it was Rugeriffic's turn. Ruger walks up to the spot that we have all previously peed on, kicked his leg up, and fell over. The dummy kicked his leg up so high he lost his balance. Maybe he should stick to peeing like a girl!!!