I say Riley is my digger; Riley insists he’s a canine geologist. We’ve settled on the term “rock hound.”
Riley is the fulfillment of a childhood dream. When I was a kid spending part of my time in Philadelphia with my grandparents, my grandmother had a blonde Cocker Spaniel named Mitzie that I dearly loved. When my daughter called me one day and said her co-worker, who bred American Cocker Spaniels, had a six-month old brother and sister that needed homes right away, I instantly agreed. She took the girl, I got the boy. And boy is he something.
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