Peanut Butter
Riley: Hello, Hoomen. I see you are making a sammich on this frosty morn. Heather: Yes, I’m making the kids’ lunches. Riley: Am I mistaken, or do I smell…peanut butter?
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Bathroom Break
Riley and I spend a lot of time together, but more so this week because John is away on business. He needs to return, and soon. My day today (and everyday, really): Riley: Where are we going!? I was napping, but you clearly need me right now. I can tell by your stance that it’s…
Ready to Defend
Here we see Riley, an Eastern Red Retriever, in her natural habitat among the tall grasses of suburbia. Sniffing the wind every 1.8 seconds, this stunning specimen can detect a car several yards away, or a bee directly in front of her. Her true talent, though, lies in her ability to see nothing and warn…
WHERE IS THAT GUY??
This is what happens when John goes away for a few days… Riley, the Big Red Girl, was a little bored this morning. The Lady Hoomen, whom Riley tolerates only because she supplies food and water, wanted to sleep in on a Saturday (rude). Being ever the thoughtful dog, Riley wanted to help The Lady…
Picking Sides
Being a puppy in training, Riley sometimes makes mistakes. When this happens, we put her in a time-out pen, set up in our living room. While she’s in the pen, we ignore her, which can be pretty hard since she’s so damn cute. Our disinterest in her and her inability to join in really bothers…
Riley: An Introduction
Riley is my dog. Technically, she belongs to all of us, but without me, that dog would not be alive, so I claim her. If I could claim her as a dependent on my taxes, I would. That’s how close we are. Riley is a rescue pup, and as such, our whole lives revolve around…
Heather Idell 