Riley
Saturday, November 24, 2007 at 9:43 AM 
The little dog wiggled his way into their hearts with ears of bright pink and hair the color of an old woman’s or a young punk star—silvery with darkened roots & undertones. Teeth like Dracula’s fangs—more inclined to nuzzle rather than bite. Still, he is ready to pounce at the nearest squirrel or unassuming bird—standing stock still with 4-inch tail on point. He stole their books (found shredded & even buried in the garden), their draperies (heaped near the patio door, the casualty of a squirrel hunt gone bad) and their hearts (forever changed by his presence).
Typically, one thinks of the dog as offering love unbounded. While this may also be true for Riley, his rascalian ways seem to have brought a new kind of unconditional love into their lives. “Love me. Love my dog.”
Oh, that the world could look at the mistakes and misdoings of others and laugh with delight the way Riley's family does with him.
"riley" photo by lucy
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Reader Comments (4)
What a cute guy and what a great reflection!!
Ah ... what a cutie! Thanks for sharing about Riley (and for the link to Sunrise Sister's delightful post about the buried book. I'll be laughing about that one for a while as I remember "puppy experiences" of my own.
Hugs and blessings,
precious!
yep! he's a heart stealer!