To all my peeps out in Bow-Wow world

Tricks to Date:

  1. Jump on couch
  2. Sit
  3. Sleep on couch
  4. Squeek toys
  5. Bark at nothing
  6. Sucker people into feeding me by hand
  7. Bury bones in the couch

Updated Tricks from the Master Pooch

  1. Heel (This is when I walk next to the leash holder without pulling arms out of sockets)
  2. Down (This is great when you just need a belly rub)
  3. Stay (Haven't quite mastered this one but I'm working on it, it'd be easier if they wouldn't leave the room)
  4. Heel (Oh and when they stop I have to sit down and wait for them to catch there breath, it's a tough command)

 

Riley, super pooch!  

Puppy Blog

Photo to come!

So Heel, Stay, Sit, and Lay.
Biscuts Yo!

 Just a quick update. I was out this weekend over at my uncle Zach's house, hanging with my cousins Roxie and Ava. My uncle was being such a little punk, so more than once I had to lay the smack down on him. You wanna talk about a guy that never learned to share, all weekend he spent counting his squeekies and barking at strollers.
Now my cousins, PAW, they know how to party. In fact my last day there they got in mad trouble for taking off and cruis'in till the sun came up. Sure they smell like skunk right now, but they live life in the fast lane, and skunk stench is just a by product of drinking rocket fuel. I can't wait until I'm old enough to chill with them all night.
So got to get back to this crazy rope thing, but you know I'll be updating the bark bark soon. Until we see our tail sides, keep sniff'in for the flavor


Finally Updated

 Well Ladies and Gentleman, I must say that a lot has transpired since last we spoke. My dear friend Karen and I began a wonderful journey of good manners and proper behavior this past month. I often look at my life and wonder what a cad I was before. If you were to ask me to lay down last month I'd have chewed through your squeeky and laid down a bark. But today I sit (with tail wagging) before you a changed pup. I now understand the importance of a well defined relationship with owner and pet. To be fair my pets are still a little behind in there ability to understand the rules and commands, but they are coming along marvelously. Soon I'll be able to take them for a walk and hear the proper heels, stays, and free commands that I expect from Karen. As for my cousins, well I still admire them for their spirit, but no longer feel the call of the barbarian. For this pup it's all caviar wishes and champaigne dreams. Moving out of the dog house and into the penthouse, see you all in the society pages.

Okay now I've been a good dog lately, but look at the picture on the left. Is this not the biggest pull on the leash you've ever seen? This is going to be released to the public in the next week or so, and my lawyers say there isn't anything I can do. Well fine, let's see what happens to that remote control next time somebody leaves it out. And what exactly does Easter have to do with clouds and stars?

Anyway, I'm sorry I haven't been updating lately. The computer in the house has been acting up and Chris yells at me if I get on the internet. "Stop licking the laptop!" sheesh, I'd like to see him type without opposable thumbs. Big news this week, I have a new cousin down in Austin. He's a big old country boy for the Emerald Isle, and I'm really looking forward to sniffing him this weekend.

Alright everybody, keep the fleas off and collars on.

THE KID IS BACK!!!

Well I've been officially grounded. Which I don't think is totally fair, but it's a doggie dog world out there and like the Stone's say, "you can't always get what you want." So let me break this down for you, I was out hanging with my dad the other day, we went to hang out with his friend Tim and help out with some chores. Well I was minding the back yard see, and well they went out and came back, and when they came back I tried to tell them about this cat that was getting all up in the back yards business. As you know humans aren't very bright and don't understand the whole, cats are evil thing. So anyway, they go out again to get some more stuff and I take matters into my own paws. I pull a three way Lassie and escape the yard in hot pursuit of the feline suspect. Well I admit that the purr-p got away, blind sided me with some nip and I had to double back. Okay well here is where they're all yelling. So I chase this meow head into the fields and I loose him, then I look around to catch my bearings, and wouldn't you know it, I've got nothing. I didn't remember how to get back to Tim's. Chris always drove, how was I supposed to know where he lived. Plus whenever we went, he was always saying, get down Riley, sit down, get down. How am I supposed to get a bearing if the whole ride I spend it down on the floorboards of his latest monstrosity?

Anyway, so I'm in this field, and it is a nice field, running water, lots of vegation, horses, longhorns, and the locals said that there were cayotes, but I didn't see any of those guys. So day one was me just getting the lay of the land, I figured Papa would be around any minute yelling about dinner or some thing. But he never showed. So no biggie, I figure I make it a camping trip. I find a nice spot to get some rest and lay down for the night.

Day two started way to early. I don't know if you K-9s have ever spent much time out in the bush, but there are all manner of silly creatures getting up way to early. And there wasn't a bowl of food anywhere to be found. I mean how do these locals handle it. That isn't totally true, the horses had some bowls of food, but they call them troughs. Stupid horses, they must be french or something. So I spend the day trying to let people know where I'm at. I bark, and get under a shade tree. Then I had to bark again, just to let them know that I was going back to the shade tree. Not a single person calls that it, and I'm the one that is grounded, unfair!

Day three wasn't that great, it had rained the night before, which isn't so bad in the house, but out in the fields, well it is a much wetter experience. You know in the movies it is always so much cooler, you take off, and all of a sudden you hook up with some tasty young dame, go on all sorts of adventures, get a little action, and then you go back home and they end up bringing the sweet hottie home with you. Well I'm going to sue Disney, because nothing like that happened. Sure it was fun, lots of room to run, but no squeakies, no Dingo's, and no roof equal no more for me, so by day four you bet your collar I was ready to roll.

Day four started out way to early, I was tired and a little hungry, not starving, but I could have done with some yummies. Anyway, I'm hanging by my new pond, when all of a sudden I hear a squeeky. Well I thought my imagination was playing tricks on me, but there it was agian. Squeak, squeak. Then I heard me name. So I went to investigate, I wasn't going to run too fast though, I had seen a dog eating plant that used the same trick four fields earlier. But then I saw my papa coming up through the creak. He smelled awful, looked so dirty and slimy with sweat, but I knew it was him and I was so happy, my tail almost poked out my eyes. I ran over and gave him such a great welcome. And he was happy too, he gave me some bacon, which was awesome, and put a leash around me in less than a second, really letting me know how much he cared.

So no harm no foul, right? Sorry to tell you but you would think I stole the family car. Man they were all hooray Riley is home, and now it's, "where do you think you're going mister." Anyway, so it looks like I'm going to be taking a break from the running life. They said they got me a new yard to play in, so we'll see what happens with that. Until next time kids, don't bark at chair if no one's sitting there!