Ryleigh is the Yorkie pup our son brought home without our permission and we promptly fell in love (also without permission). After the first few weeks, I told my son if my grandchildren acted like Miss Riles, I was moving to Italy. Permanently. I teased him, but truth be known, this little dog immediately captured my heart. It took our 8 year-old Shih Tzu, Sadie, a little longer to warm up to her (3 weeks to the day), but when she finally did, they became inseparable buddies. Now Sadie thinks she's a puppy too. What one doesn't figure out, the other does. Perfect combination for trouble.
Now we have this...puppy. Everything changed. Christmas is to her--an adventure! I came home one afternoon at lunch time to let them out. Nothing seemed amiss though they both looked rather guilty. The investigation commenced. Arizona doesn't have tornadoes, but when I peeked into the living room I could have sworn one had touched down inside my house. I gasped. They slumped. I glared at them. Their eyes bugged and their ears did that "paste to the head" thing that's so darn cute. One gift bag (it looked like a hundred) was torn to shreds and a trio of squeaky toys lay exposed. It's the only one they bothered. How'd they know? Actually, I think Sadie can smell a squeaky toy a mile away. I proceeded to scold them, and Ryleigh tucked herself under Sadies's tummy. Guilty as charged.
I think it's a conspiracy to drive me insane. Or at least an inside job. Sadie started it, I have no doubt. But Miss Riles finished the job. I assume they wanted to leave their mark.
At least it wasn't a doggie Tootsie Roll! Now that would just be...EW!
..."not a creature was stirring..." Except the dogs....oh boy...still have a few days until the BIG DAY.
Until next time,
Merry Christmas. May all your dreams come true!