I may have pulled 587 muscles in my back tonight, but my dog had me laughing so hard it might have been worth it.
Dawn came and cleaned my house today, and the Mediacom repair dude was here for a few hours replacing my DVR because the hard drive was fried. Bad news: I lost all the episodes of tv shows I had recorded and was waiting to watch. Good news: he replaced the DVR and changed out a cable that makes my picture look about a million times better. I'm just hoping that abc.com has full episodes of Brothers & Sisters and Desperate Housewives online or I'm going to be a sad little chica.
Anyway, my point is that I had a lot more activity in the house than either Riley or I have been used to since I've been feeling less stellar. And while it made me tired and ready to lay on the couch all night and pretend that the blog writes itself (it doesn't, by the way... no matter how much I procrastinate), the extra activity RILED up RILEY.
He was whining and unsettled. And persistent. He wanted in the other room, he wanted me in the other room with him, then he wanted us back in the red room, then he drove me insane. And that's when it happened. I turned to walk away from him (yes, I was following my dog around... don't judge... I already know I need a life), and when my back was turned I could hear him creeping up behind me like he was sneaking up to scare me or something.
So I turned around quickly (that's when the 587 muscles got pulled) and I scared the life out of my dog. He took off running through the room, jumping from couch to chair to couch again... I swear to God if dogs could laugh, he was laughing. And as soon as I turned my back and started to walk away from him, he did it again. We played that game for as long as I could take it (only about 3 times) but it was quite entertaining and he's no longer whining.
Playing that game reminded me that while I've told you guys about his love of Hide and Seek, I've never shown you photos of him playing Peek a Boo. I'm so glad I have photographic evidence so you all don't think I'm crazy and that this disease has somehow affected my brain as well.
This is the pup, burrowing his face to hide behind the pillows... waiting for me to say, "Where's Riley?"
PEEK A BOO!
I'm telling you, the dog is just that side of human.