October 26, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Happy Tails Edition 2.0

As I mentioned last week, I am dedicating my next few Wordless Wednesday's to my furbabies! Last week, I introduced you to Maggie and you can read her story here.

This week I'm going to introduce you to our boxers Rocky Top and Princess Reily. They are littermates and it's nearly impossible to talk about one without the other, so I decided to combine their post.

Meet: Rocky Top and Princess Reily

{it's confusing but Reily is on the left, and Rocky on the right}

Rocky's full name is Lord Rocky Top of Neyland. We call him, T Dog, Rocky, Rocky Pants, Top Dog, Mr. T and his Daddy calls him Top Rock. I don't though, because I don't like it. He was born late at night on October 7, 2006.

Rocky was the biggest of his litter and we picked him because we wanted a big ole' tough boy. What we got? Well, that was slightly different. Yes, he is a big ole' boy, but tough? Shyeah right. He is the goofiest, gentlest, scardy-cat dog ever. He whines like a baby all the time. Here is what I imagine in my head, "Mom. Mom. Hey mom. I want a cookie mom. Hey. Mom. I'm cold. Can I snuggle with you, Mom? Moooooooooom!!!! I know you are trying to pee Mom, but I'd really like to come in there with you. Can I Mom? Huh, Mom? PUH-LEEEEAAAAAAAASE Mom! Can I lick the baby mom? Oh, baby! I love the baby Mom! Is it dinner time yet Mom? Can I go outside Mom? I love you mom." All of this conveyed by a tail that wags endlessly, a constantly worried face and whining.

He is quite simply the world's biggest lap dog and his big slobbery kisses are a sure fix for whatever has gone wrong. He is a Momma's boy and I wouldn't trade him for the world.

Reily's full name is (deeeeep breath) Princess Reily Poopy Pants of the Porcelain Throne. Don't ask where we came up with that, because I don't know. Reily was born early in the morning on October 8, 2006. This gives Rocky and her separate birthdays even though they are littermates, which we think is kind of cool. We cally Reily, Reily Pants, Poopy Pants or just Pants. Hence why Rocky sometimes gets called Rocky Pants.

To go a long with our big tough boy, we picked Reily because she was the runt of the litter and we wanted a docile snuggly little boxer girl. She is little, and a girl and a boxer. Docile and snuggly? Again, shyeah no. She is 48 pounds of pure spunk and sass. She is very dominant (which is something we are working on). Reily never whines, even when she has to get big scary allergy shots in her leg. She does go on hunger strike a lot and I can be found putting everything from whipped cream to bacon bits in her food to try and get her to eat. She has a very loud, scary bark and despite the fact that she is a huge Daddy's girl, she is extremely protective of me. Just when you least expect it, Reily will crawl in your lap, one gangly boxer leg at a time for some snuggles and some belly rubs.

Reily is a mess, but she is always smiling and her big brown eyes are always laughing! She can be really stubborn but I love all the fun she brings into our lives!