Well, it's been a while since I have written anything about Riley-roo.
He's been good [well - good for Riley].
Ok, he hasn't been good at all. I just haven't written anything.
He has developed a taste for plastic bags. We can't leave any of those bags that groceries come in around because he chews on them.
Bubble wrap is a biggie. He LOVES bubble wrap.
Of course, all of it is a choking hazard so I have been the plastic bag Nazi, driving John crazy.
Today was a new one though.
John just got up and was on his way out to the garage when he called me.
In order to get to the garage you have to go through the laundry room.
The dryer door was open so of course John looked in.
Who was curled up happy as a clam?
Riley, of course.
How did the door get opened? It's hard to do that. He might have done it.
More than likely, John left it ajar when he emptied the dryer last night.
But now we have one more thing to watch out for.
Riley helping Dad redo the floor in the bathroom
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