Of course, first born is a matter of interpretation since no one seems to have any idea how old Hollow is -- or, frankly, what she is. But, I consider Rilke my "first born" as he is the one I first adopted. I have had him for more than a year now, and he is indeed my darling brown-eyed boy....
Cue the soundtrack!
As really, he has the most adorable brown eyes....
|My Brown Eyed Boy on the Porch|
I mean, seriously -- can you resist these eyes?
|The Rilke "beg" -- which also looks a bit drunk|
But honestly, you look in his eyes, and I feel like I can see a thousand lifetimes that have been, and a thousand life times that will be.
Yet, despite all this deep talk? It turns out that deep down, my boy is ... well.... all boy.
As it appears he may also be a thief...
Yes, you read that right. A thief. I have a frickin' master criminal on my hands!
A few weeks ago, I started waking up every morning to new discoveries on my drive. Now, under the circumstances of where I live, this could clearly be worrisome in a very negative and bad way.
Well, it is worrisome, and I suppose in a negative and bad way -- but not as bad as one would think.
It appears my boy is a toy thief.
The first toy was a clearly hand made doll -- that he picked up on a hike we were on, so I just assumed some child in one of those back pack carriers had dropped it, the parents had never noticed, and now my dog had a new toy.
Then suddenly a decapitated stuffed bear showed up. I will not dare to surmise whether my dog did the decapitating or not.
Yet still, I did not worry -- it was a few toys, here and there. Most likely dropped and / or abandoned on the trail. This sort of stuff happens.
But then it seemed to happen more often, and suddenly my attention was caught. Especially when we left for our morning hike, and Rilke is happily playing with a stuffed Goofy...
|Rilke and new toy: Goofy|
|Is that what I think it is?|
|Yep. Exactly what I thought it was...|
Unfortunately, I couldn't stop for a photo (for fear of not getting out of my drive!), but holy crap. There was at least 6 toys lying there!
(All of which are now buried in a snow drift, as while I was gone, it snowed, and my plow guy simply plowed up the snow and the toys -- though Rilke did manage to dig one out upon our return.)
Either my brown-eyed boy has found a toy chest to raid, and has been methodically doing so -- or a pack of coyotes has taken a shine for him, and is presenting him with toys....
And really? Does any one think coyotes are so generous or thoughtful? I.Think.Not.
So yes. I have no choice but to accept that my darling, soulful, sweet puppy has become a thief. A master thief. What does one do with that???
But he is awfully cute with his stolen toys, especially his stolen Goofy -- which he daily brings with him on our morning hikes....
~ Sigh... ~