Riley spent some time last weekend visiting a very long-time friend of mine. He was a good boy. Here’s the conversation we had a couple days later:

“I was talking to S. today and told her she had to meet Riley,” my friend said. “I told her I’d ask you to bring him over next time she was in town.”

“Oh, I know, he is so funny!” I said.

“Actually, it’s YOU that’s funny,” my friend said, laughing. “That maternal instinct toward him, you just can’t deny it! “

Nope. I can’t. And wouldn’t!

Wish I looked as good and as young as this dog owner. I’m pretty sure that’s a maltipoo. Riley’s even cuter.