Riley is a 5-year-old mutt. If I had to guess his concoction of breeds, I’d say he is a Border Collie mixed with a Terrier mixed with a Pumpkin. That is, he has the alertness and body type of a Border Collie, the headstrong nature of a Terrier, and the orange color and attention span of a pumpkin.
He was rescued from the Humane Society in Longview, WA, where he was brought when his original owner died. He evidently was found cold and hungry, hunkering down in fright on a hard, urine-stained cement floor. I took one look and knew he was meant for me. When he barked non-stop for the entire 90 minute car ride home I began to question my intuition.
And then there’s the chewing.
He’s destroyed cell phones, shoes, CDs, candles, pillows, electrical cords, and more. My brother once gave me some cool coasters as a birthday present. They would have looked really nice in the living room on the coffee table, only Riley ate the coffee table so instead when I’m in that room I hold a coaster in my hand, along with my drink, and think about how after four years I can still say that adopting Riley was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Riley and I have worked through most of the chewing and barking issues we experienced when we first came into each others lives (though if my soccer cleat could talk it may tell a different story). For me, the joys of dog ownership far outweigh the inconveniences that sometimes occur, and I plan to share some of my stories on this blog.