Reilly's teeth, that is. Today, he decided he was the Tasmanian Devil. He wanted to chew on everything and everybody. He even drove Murphy nuts, and Murph has the patience of Job with the little one. He chewed my hands, my feet, my pants legs, poor Murphy's ears and collar and tail and ...ummm....other dangling body parts. Murphy was running to ring the bell and go outside. Jake, who is normally Mr. Slow Motion and requires the door to be open as far as it will go before he goes through it, was running out half-open doors to get away. And I was constantly telling Reilly "no", and replacing things with toys. They'd distract him for only seconds before he went back to what he wanted.
On the other hand, he's learned what, "Go to your room" means. That's where most of the toys are.
We also decided he should have been named Ninja. He's a stealthy puppy. He woke up from one nap this evening, walked through the kitchen, past me at the dining table, through the living room and foyer into the office where Chris was. He then peed on the carpet right behind Chris, proceeded down the hall to one of the bedrooms to poop, and find a stuffed animal that is Not his to play with. I swear I had just checked him before sitting down to the computer, and the next check he was gone. We traced him to where he was, then figured out where he'd been. Stealthy little guy. For a vocal puppy, he sure can be quiet. And the big guys didn't give him away, so he didn't bother them going through, either.
Tomorrow I have a teenager coming to do some of the chores I can no longer do. Some seasonal things, like clean out the chicken house and pressure wash the rabbit cages (no rabbits inside for this). I'm not sure if I'll get to spend more or less time with Reilly. It'll depend on how well this young man works on his own. If he can be given a job and left to do it after an explanation, Reilly and I can work on commands a bit more. If he must be constantly supervised, Reilly will just get more outside playtime. He's fourteen. It could go either way at that age. Of change halfway through the day, if I recall correctly! He'd a well-mannered, polite young man who likes to please people, so I have high hopes. He's also a great blues guitar player, and will bring his guitar to play a bit for us after chores are over. Very nice cool-down! We'll see what Reilly thinks of guitar music. It could be very interesting! (As long as the Tasmanian Devil doesn't try to eat the guitar!)
Reilly already says it's bedtime. His jaws must be tired. See you tomorrow, computer.
Meg and Reilly
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