We had a lovely weekend. It is incredibly cool here for July, and though the veggies and flowers aren’t that happy about it, you can get a lot more yard work done when it is 70 than you can when it’s 85. Larry did all the mowing and got the weeding/mulching/fertilizing and so on done in his vegetable garden, while I made huge progress on the expansion of the front flower garden. By the end of the day, we are ready to enjoy an hour or so on the front porch before we go in for dinner. As we are sitting and relaxing, I feel that someone is staring at me.
Me: Can I do something for you?
Riley: It is cocktail hour, right?
Me: {I can see this coming a mile away} Yes it is, why do you ask?
Riley: Because I would like a drink. Hmmmmm, now what am I in the mood for this evening?
Me: Water? A nice bowl of water?
Riley: Nooooooooooo. I was thinking more along the lines of a Mojito maybe. Or a Lime Rickey. Something tropical.
Me: Water IS tropical. You can’t have tropical without water. And I don’t have any limes. Plus, you are a dog and alcoholic beverages are not good for dogs.
Riley: Bleh! I always have to have water.
Me: Sorry dude, water it is. And don’t stick out your tongue – it’s not polite.
Riley: Things would be a lot different around here if I were in charge.
Me: I don’t doubt that for a second.
Riley: It’s not easy, being the dog. 
You know, he does make a lot of sense….
Smart dog!
Poor Riley! He knows so much about stuff he can’t have. I hope he enjoyed his water!
Cute post today, DonnaLyn! Love it…and Riley should occasionally have little Gatorade…he’d love it.
OL so cute
He’s one smart pup .. lime rickey, hadnt thought of those in a LONG time … when I drank them they were non-alcoholic … and fizzy …
poor riley.
I know dogs like beer. Maybe a bud-light would be ok?
:)~
Ashliegh, Bud lite doesn’t darken their door ever. Not even for dogs.
Poor Ri-ri. I think he should get a nice glass of vino in the evening.
hahahah hilarious conversation with Riley!
I also prefer cool summers, I just don’t deal well with heat! The exaggerate heat just wilts me!
Cute post! I wish we knew what our dogs were thinking!! His ears just kill me!!! LOL
Poor Ri-ri. Though I don’t feel sorry for him one bit. I’d trade our 102 degree heat for 70 any day.
…Oh girl, I’m tellin’ ya, between Riley, Dora and George those three could really get their own blog goin’ and it’d be a hit! :o)
…Thanks for the laugh – great stuff as always!
…Blessings… :o)
Riley reminds me of my friends dog, Max
always knew what you were thinking, but still trying to get his own way lol
Oh man he has been calling his Massachusetts cousins hasn’t he! They always want to share our cocktail hour. I caught Kindle the other day with her tongue stuck waaaaaaay down into a beer bottle. She loves a good IPA!