The Life of Riley

So after Dad passed we gave Mom a pup -

a little abused breeder 7 year old, 7 pound yorkie
named Filoe, now named Riley,
 from a busted puppy mill in -

 get this - "Collins", Missouri. 

Nothing can replace a shared life of 60 years

but this little pup filled the void of "something to care about" in her daily life. 

It was a match made in heaven. 

 Mom now walks him 3 times a day. 

She has made a whole new circle of "dog" friends.

Riley travels everywhere with her -
whether allowable or not -

in the grocery store,

 in her purse while at church

and at every family gathering. 

As she said, "I didn't rescue him, he rescued me".

But ironically on her last visit to my home,

 she was surprised to see no framed photo of my new dog brother. 

"No pictures of him???"

Are you kidding????

He has become my favorite "subject"

A 7 pound gift of Joy!

A BASKET OF RILEY!

Loved at Last!!!



Oliver Wendell Collins turns 14!

HaPpY bIrThDaY oLiVeR!!!!!

Love this little guy so much it hurts! 

Wish he'd outlive me. 

(Is that too much to ask???)