My first dog, Shadow, was a Cocker Spaniel that we got when I was a baby. She was all black, didn't really care about going for walks, and constantly needed a haircut. Before she came to us, she was my uncle's dog. But as a young college graduate, it's not always easy to find a home where dogs are allowed. So, the lovely pooch came to us, and we loved her for thirteen years.
Riley's nemesis is water. He hates it. We have to find a dog-sitter every time we're all out of town, at the cabin, or going diving, because he is so poorly behaved every time he gets around it. When we'd take him for walks, he'd go around puddles for fear of getting his feet wet.
Every time we brought him to the cabin, we only had to say "Get the fish!" and he'd be back in the lake catching minnows. It was funny, because he'd never go deeper than his chest, and once he caught one, he didn't know what to do with it, and he'd spit it out.