RILEY ROSE RIDENER THE WEIMARANER
My name's Riley. Riley Rose.
I'm a Weimaraner.
Some say I'm a "blue" Weim.
I'm NOT blue.
This is blue:
I'm gray and that's that.
Anyway, here are some things I can do:
They tell me to shake, and I do this:
They tell me to wave and I do this:
To the uninformed, it looks like the same thing,
but you can be sure it's much more complicated than it
looks.
One time, I had a terrible accident. I ran into a car.
I don't remember much, but all of my people (I have lots)
were really worried.
They were so glad when I got better.
They worry a lot about me, but I think it's just because they love me.
I try not to worry much.
Sometimes, though, I worry about things that get blamed
on me.
For example, they think I have something to do with how
this door looks:
How could I do that to the door? I'm not that tall.
Am I?
There are some other things they've said that I did, but
let's talk about something else.
Besides, you can always get new sofas.
And shoes. And pillows. And
rugs.
Here's another thing I do.
I drink water.
I love water!
My people watch me drink water, and just because my mouth
leaks after I drink water,
they think it's a big deal to watch my mouth leak. They
get a real chuckle out of it.
Whatever.
I'm gonna drink my water anyway.
It's starting to get kind of chilly around here.
The leaves are falling and one day around the time of
my second birthday,
my mom thought I looked pretty in the leaves:
Look closely:
See?
No blue dog here!
All in all, I'm one very happy Weimaraner.
See?
PS:
Want to see my Aunt Gracie?
I don't think she's a Weimaraner.
She barks funny, but we have a good time.