New addition (or: What was I thinking…)

Meet Riley.


He’s a 5 1/2 year old yellow lab from a nice family on the west side of Cleveland. They love Riley and trained him to be a great dog. It shows. This pup doesn’t jump on people, chew things, or run from home. The only thing he does do is bark at strange men.

Ummm, that’s not a downside in my book, especially after that incident in November.

The two things Riley’s family didn’t have was lots of play time for Riley or a huge yard to play in.

The only things I was missing in life was another mouth to feed, more vacuuming to do, more poop to pick up, another creature to feel guilty about not doing enough for and, oh yes, someone who is happy to see us no matter what mood we’re in and gives love just because we’re us.

Seemed like a perfect fit.20120122-154901.jpg

So, Riley is spending a week on the farm to see if it works out well for all of us.

In the two hours that he’s been here, I’ve perfected my tennis ball throwing, showed him around the house, had my toes warmed under him when watching football and cleaned up an accident in the living room.

Apparently, he is like a member of the family already.

imageLike they always say, life’s too short for doing the predicable thing. Might as well shake things up a bit to keep it interesting.

Right now, I feel as shaken as the martini I’m craving.


About CountryBoyCityGirl

A city girl who fell in love with a country boy. Found bliss, along with large piles of mule droppings for her and two little girls to now try to avoid.
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