We have a new dog and his name is Riley. He is still a puppy but quite big, he is a black lab cross of some kind. He loves to run and play and chew things. Every morning we wake to see what he has dragged out of the garage. Yesterday there was a shoe (luckily an old one that we gave him), a frozen potpie box, a popcan box, his food dish, and a few papers torn to shreds. He loves to chew. He used to run in front of the cars as they left our farm but must have been hit a bit or something as he now runs out in the field beside the car. He loves to come into the house on cold days and is pretty good at staying on the floor and not going on the carpets. I give him a chew toy everyday and a handfull of dog biscuits and fill an icecream bucket with food. Obviously it isn't enough chewing. Of course the magpies go into the garage one at a time to eat his dog food while one keeps watch outside. He is really fun to walk with and loves going to the cemetary at the end of our road. It's funny how much I love to have him around. I try to walk him but I think he walks me. Animals are such good therapy especially when they are as cute as Riley.
