2 posts tagged “riley”
Share a photo of something that made a huge impact on your life.
I could have picked from a ton of different pictures, all which have made a huge impact on my life in individual ways. This one, though, is one of the happiest as of late.
It's a picture of Riley and I after our first night together. It was taken September 17, 2005. I slept maybe a total of two hours that night, because I kept waking up every time he would move, just to make sure he was breathing. At this point, he didn't even have a name, but it didn't matter, because as long as I said "puppy", he'd come running towards me.
Little did I know that just "getting a dog" would pretty much change my life in ways I didn't think were possible for a long, long time. I'm glad, though, and looking back, I doubt I'd change a single thing. Plus, he's a good listener and that's hard to find in a roommate!
A year ago, there would have been no way in hell you could have convinced me that in three months, I'd have my own dog. I've been scared of dogs since fourth grade when to Alaskan Huskies would chase me down a full block from the bus stop to my childhood home.
And then there was Riley.
I went with a friend to go puppy shopping. She'd just lost boxer to a illness they couldn't cure, so she wanted to get another one. I was tagging along for nothing more than moral support. Then I saw him - this little white puppy with a big brown patch over his right eye. My friend couldn't decide if she should take the cute little white boxer home, or if she should take his brother - a brindle-colored hyper little guy. She chose his brother.
For the next month, I couldn't stop thinking about the white dog I'd seen. I'd only taken one picture of him, and would look at it at least once a day, trying to convince myself that I didn't need a dog. But I couldn't. I knew I'd name him either Tyson or Apollo, because they were cool (and somewhat tough) dog names!
I finally called the lady selling the puppies to see if he was still available. He was. And then he was mine.
He was no Tyson or Apollo. I thought maybe he was a Jaxon or a Caesar or a Deuce. Finally, four days after I picked him up, he became Little Riley Fancy Pants. Or Riley for short.
