The year was 2003 and I was very excited to meet this tiny, loveable ball of fur! He belonged to a very close friend, a sister really, and he loved coming to visit. Though Ty was pretty dog aggressive, he was always paternal with pups. Riley kicked his ass over and over! See? …all bushed after trouncing Doodles. As he grew, his milk teeth began to pop out when he and Ty horsed around. I later found a whole collection of them while vacuuming the floor.
At a couple months Riley and Ty invaded poor Jonesy’s space.Hiking spring, 2003, Riley already began to approach his adult looks.Three amigos. Riley on top. 2003 Camping, 2003. Riley, at right, and Jonesy, in summer coiffure, didn’t need much to feel comfy. Ty and Riley never stopped. 2003.After four years of not seeing each other, they picked up right where they’d let off. Riley was ecstatic to see his “ol’ uncle.” 2007And we were just as happy to see each other! In winter Riley would become quite a wooly bear. 2008Ty was always best at “Tippy Toes.” Riley, at left, looked on in envy. 2008The 2011 holidays was a very difficult time for both myself and Riley’s mom. Still, we made the best of it and shared some happy times. Riley helped get us there.He was with his mom every step of the way. Jonesy was long gone by then but we were able to muster enough black pooches to create the Black Dog Squad on New Year’s Eve. Riley and I always “had a thing.” 2012One of the last photos of us together. March, 2015He passed over the Rainbow Bridge a few days ago. When you get there, if you’d like to meet him, sing out, “Rrrrrrriley, Rrrrrriley, Rrrrrrriley Man!” and he’ll come running. Promise.
We had a great run didn’t we? R.I.P. old friend; we miss you so much!