Riley went to training last night, and since no other dogs showed up, we had private lessons. Since he already knows his basic commands, Miss Marilyn taught him "shake," "high-five" and "wave". In the first 15 minutes.At first he was lazy. When she gave him a basic command he just went through his . . .
What if Riley were the White House dog?He'd bark incessantly at the cameramen and audio techs.He'd nip the ankles of state dinner guests.He'd never allow himself to be called "Beau".He'd steal state gifts and run around the White House with them in his mouth.He'd grab the First Lady's Manolos and . . .
A busy day for me. FHL has a conference call the moment we get home from the airport this afternoon. Oh, the life of a banking lawyer when the entire financial system is melting down.That means all the little things we like to do together, a visit to Whole Foods, picking up his clothes at the dry . . .
Except I love this graphic. I don't know why, but I do. . . .
" ... I can't bear another episode of The Deadliest Catch." . . .
Two years ago this past Saturday, a 2.5 lb ball of fluff arrived at the Orlando airport, barking like crazy and jumped straight from his crate into my arms, letting out a sigh bigger than he was.My life hasn't been the same since.Riley has been the kind of dog, I deserve, really: challenging, sweet, . . .
My three-day fever finally broke this morning. Dr. K. sure knew what he was talking about--this was BRUTAL. I haven't been this sick since the mid-1990s. Except for that bout with pneumonia around 2002. That's how often I get sick--rarely--which is why I remember them so well. I'm a terrible . . .
I'm enjoying lounging in bed with Riley, late, and watching the heavy rain outside my bedroom window.This, despite a mild headache, dry throat and sniffles that may turn into the awful crud FLH has. FLH wasn't feeling up to par the whole trip last week. We thought it was nicotine withdrawal, but it . . .
We are making an offer tonight on a home in San Jose. Our major discussion about the home was not its size, its style, its size, or even its price.It was what rooms would be the dogs' rooms and how we would keep them there.I am not certain how FLH turned out to be as crazy as me. But he did.And . . .
Riley had breakfast and then began his usual routine of mischief. Closet-diving. Zooming around. Nipping at my ankles.What a relief! . . .