Reilly goes to work.

Wow, I had a great day on Tuesday. I went to work with Mom and had lots of fun catching up with all my friends at the office. It's been a while since my last visit so naturally everyone was happy to see me. I got there early and made my usual rounds; up and down the halls, bouncing around from room to room, checking to make sure everyone knew I was there. I can tell it really makes their day. Everyone I meet just seems to smile when they see me.
I suppose they're very fortunate to have me around. It's makes me feel good to know they really appreciate me up there. It's like a party breaks out whenever I arrive. Mom says I even help reduce the stress level in the place. I guess that's a good thing, although I can't see why anyone there should be stressed about anything in the first place. It seems to me, all they to do in that place is sit around all day in their little rooms, waiting for little old me to arrive. What could be stressful about that? It's not like any of them need to worry about anything important, like fending off a herd of wild deer at a moment's notice, or having to deal with someone ringing the door bell every other minute. Those are the things I find stressful.

Come to think of it, it makes me wonder just what goes on up there on the days when I'm not around. My guess is: not too much. That's probably why they're always so happy to see me, they're all just bored. I suppose I should feel sorry for them, it must be a very lonely just sitting around all day in their little rooms, waiting for me to show up just so they can have a little fun.

I guess that's what I don't understand about people; if it's so much fun to have a dog around the office, and everyone is having fun, then why wouldn't they just have a dog there all the time?
I mean, if it's possible to have fun part of the time, why wouldn't they just choose to have fun all of the time? That would be the thing to do. It all makes perfect sense to me, I don't know why they don't see it. If they had a full time dog in the office everyone would be much happier and have less stress in their lives. It would even give them something else to talk about around the dinner table at night.

You know, sometimes it's so hard to figure people out.

So anyway, here's a few pictures Mom took of me at the office with some of my friends.

This is Diane. She didn't even like dogs until she met me.
Hey, what's not to like?


Here I am with my friend Aaron.
He's cool, he and I talk guy talk.


Here I am with visiting with Kim.
She probably would like it if I had a brother.


There was another dog visiting while I was there.
His name was Arthur and it was the first time we met.
At first I thought he was a little full of himself, being
French and all, but in the end we got along fine.
Even if he does have a funny hair cut.


Here I am with Lissette.
I think she was getting a little carried away.
I think I'm going to have a little talk with her.



This is Irma. As you can see, we really like each other.




Lastly, this is my good friend Theresa.
I like her a lot, but I think she's a little afraid of me.
Somebody needs to tell her I don't bite.

I can't wait until my next trip to the office with Mom.
Who knew a day at work could be so much fun.

Reilly The Deer Hunter ...

Spring is in the air and I'm having a lot of fun. I'm completely over the whole snow thing, that can wait until next year. Right now I'm all about playing outside, warm sunny days and the smell of fresh cut grass. If this is what they call spring fever, I don't want the cure.
I'm feeling great!

Something cool happened on Friday; I chased away a couple of deer all by myself. Marley and Zoe were nowhere to be found so it was totally up to me to defend the yard against the intruders. I was playing outside with my wubba when I first caught sight of them. As I recall, there were about five of them, but there could of been more. They were lurking in the woods just beyond the back yard fence. They didn't see me but I saw them and I knew just what to do. I sat perfectly still and waited to see how close they'd come before I made my move, but I didn't have to wait long. Before I knew it, two of the brazen creatures came strolling right out in the open like they owned the place. I couldn't believe the nerve of these things. I couldn't wait another minute, so I jumped up, and in my loudest, and most my authoritative voice. I let them know who was in charge.

"Hey you deer! Get the buck off my property" I said.

I'm only about 45 pounds but you wouldn't know it by my bark. To them I probably sounded like a mountain lion, or even a bear.

Needless to say they were stunned by what they heard. Even I was a little stunned. I didn't know I had it in me. Their reaction was immediate. It didn't seem to matter that I was 50 feet away and about a 100 pounds lighter then the smallest one. I could see they were scared shitless. They couldn't have been more afraid if I were in a Hummer full of drunken rednecks and armed to the teeth.

It didn't take but a second for those deer to turn tail and dissolve into the woods, faster then spit. It was great. My first solo encounter with the dreaded deer and I was fabulous. I only wish Marley and Zoe were there to have seen me in action. I can't wait until the next time, but I doubt we'll be seeing any of them around the yard anytime soon.

A little while later dad found me playing with a bumble bee and took it away from me because he was afraid I might get stung. I felt like saying "What are kidding, didn't you just see how I handled those deer, I was fabulous. You think I'm afraid of a fuzzy little bug?"

So that's my big story for the week. Next week is Easter so I'll have something to say about those rabbits and their silly eggs.

Oh, before I forget, I should mention that Monday is Mom's birthday and I'm very excited about that.I'm thinking about giving her that bumble bee I found as a gift. I don't think she has one of those yet. I'm not suppose to tell anyone how old she's going to be because she's a little sensitive about it, but she probably wouldn't mind if I gave you a little hint so here it is: If we were talking dog years, she'd be pushing 357.

Wow... that's old. I'd better not say anymore.
It's getting late, I need to go find that dead bee before I turn in.