Category: dog

Yes, I’ve decided to make the 1000th post on this blog about our dog, Riley. Our cat, Lefty, approves. After all, Lefty has been the topic of many blog posts, and he is big enough to say “Hey, yeah, Riley has been a good boy and deserves a post.”

In October we will have had Riley for 3 years. The time has passed fast. It doesn’t seem possible.

Honestly, I have always liked dogs but never had the desire to actually have one. Too much responsibility.

However, my wife has always wanted a dog and fell in love with her sister’s sheltie many years ago. After going through cancer treatment at the height of the Covid pandemic, then getting well enough to finish her PhD dissertation, she said “OK, I want to get my dog.” After such a superhuman effort, how could I say no? Truth is I wouldn’t have said no anyway. I want her to have whatever she wants.

She said she didn’t want to leave this world never having known the love of a dog. That was enough for me.

I could write a book already on our time so far with this dog. From the first 6 or 8 months which were just hard (neither of us had ever had a dog before much less a 9-week old puppy) to now it has been a true journey of discovery.

This dog is just so great. He loves everyone and everything. He wants to make friends with any living creature he encounters. From human, to other dog, to cat, to rat, he sees a new friend in everyone. He’s sweet and I’ve never seen any sort of aggression from him at all. He loves to have jobs, from watching to see what’s happening in front of the house and alerting us to “trouble” to bringing in the mail, he loves to work. He’s goofy and playful. And he is attached to my wife. He is her constant shadow. Nothing pleases me more than this simple fact.

She put it best, after reading or hearing this somewhere. They have short lives. It is our job to make every day a great day for him. That is what we try to do. He doesn’t ask for much. He just wants to be with us. What do I want for him? I want him to have a long and happy sheltie life, which is around 12 years or maybe a little more, and for every day to be good for him. I want him to always feel secure and loved. And I’m going to steal this last one from my wife and expand it to include me — when the day comes that he breaks our hearts (may that be a long time from now) I want us both to be here, still, together, to feel it.

Having never had a dog before, my wife and I had no real idea the grip he would have on our hearts. We thought oh we really love him. But we had no idea the depth. It’s hard being away from him during the day at work. Whenever we both leave the house it’s hard to even do that, because we want him with us. The joy this little being radiates is absolutely unstoppable.

Not the skateboard trick. This post is actually about walking the dog.

Our dog is about 2 years and 3 or 4 months old. I have always loved him, even when he was 9 weeks old with needle teeth and peeing in the house. I loved him, but I didn’t really love being a dog owner at that point. I’d never had a dog before. Neither had my wife. We were new at it. Luckily my wife is super smart and she did a fantastic job training him, and getting professional training for him as well.

Today I worked from home. She’s out of town so it was just me and him and the cat. I had to go into work for about 3 hours this morning. He was in his crate, and of course he was great.

Anyway, I took him out for about twice as long a walk as he gets on a normal afternoon because he’s been so good. It was a really nice day here, so we walked down to the neighborhood park so he could watch the kids play, which he likes. It was nice to have the freedom to do that. I hate that I can’t do that with him every day. Soon, little guy, soon we will all go for great walks all the time. We’ll go to the nature preserves a few times a week. It’s going to be good, little buddy.