If you read my last column, you know that our family recently dealt with a loss. Our beloved dog, Daisy, passed away. The entire household has been depressed. But my stepdad and Riley the Wonder Dog have been hit hardest. While my husband and I had to go to work, they didn’t, and they spent [...]
Regular readers of this column are familiar with our dogs who, until Riley the Wonder Dog, preferred to go by pseudonyms to protect their privacy. Snoopy was actually named Scooby, Steve was really Rascal, and our sweet girl Rose was really named Daisy. Four years ago, Scooby passed. Rascal followed a little over two [...]
I originally had a different column for you to read this week—one that you’ll see soon, but not today. Because when you look outside your office window in late March and see more than four inches of snow on the ground, with more falling, well, you just need to comment on it. Really? I mean, [...]
I didn’t think this Riley dog was so bad. In fact, for the first week, I thought I’d gotten me a sweet gig—easy work, and I pay back my “so-called” debt to Elfsociety. But now this mutt is scaring the *^&% out of me. First, he just was knocking over some trash cans. Problem is [...]
For the rest of the holiday season, I (Wojo) won’t be writing about what Riley is doing. This is because a very special guest has been sent all the way from the North Pole by none other than the jolly guy himself, Santa Claus. Here’s the first note from Elf Joey: Wojo told me to [...]
When we envision the holiday season, we tend to think of beautiful, twinkling lights, sumptuous meals shared with family and friends, and days filled with love, happiness, and joy. And if you’re stuck in a Normal Rockwell painting, that’s exactly what it’s like. While the holidays have a ton of great times, let’s face it—it’s [...]
One morning, my husband and I were talking before we got out of bed to start the day. We sometimes do this to avoid the actual “getting up” part for as long as possible. As we were talking, he felt something strange under the sheets. He felt around and pulled his hand out. In it [...]
I began my last column talking about our dog, Riley and how he’s cute. He is cute. Very, very cute… For the most part, having him sleep in our bed with my husband and me is not bad. Because, well, we’re asleep.
With the end of this winter being so mild, I began to open one of the windows in my home office to let in some cool air. One day, Riley noticed that the window was open and that if he jumped up and put his front paws on the windowsill, he could see outside.