Filed under: Riley has asked me to amend the title of my previous post to read “To two of the three most important men in my life.” However, about fifteen minutes ago I was taking him out for his nightly walk when all of a sudden a round of fireworks were set off at a church festival a few blocks away. I was extremely excited and called Andy to tell him to come outside and watch. Riley was extremely terrified and ran around in circles as if Bigfoot were chasing him to catch and cook for dinner.
So I’m sorry, dear pup o’ mine, but until you are a little more man and a little less crying cowardly tail-between-the-legs baby, the post title will have to remain the same.
Marci says:
I dont think dogs ever become men. I think they just become… adult dogs. Something about distinct species or something =P
But seeing as my cat is just over a year old and still makes the most high pitched meows in the world for no reason, I can sympathize with they scaredy-cat thing. (pun intended)
Kristan says:
Haha, yeah, try telling Riley that. :P
Aww, I wanna meet Ichi!