If Riley had been a kid during the time when I was growing up, he would have ridden the short bus. Sometimes we call him Riley the Retard. I know, I know--not at all politically correct, but there you go.
When Riley was a puppy, someone dropped him on his head (and no, I'm not joking!). As a result, while he is very sweet, sometimes he's not all there upstairs. He also has tongue issues, as in he is incapable of keeping his tongue all the way inside of his mouth.
It always hangs out. When he runs around sniffing in the dirt, it turns from pretty pink to poopy brown. It's kind of gross, cuz then he wants to give you a kiss.
He is mostly an outside dog because he is not fully reliable when it comes to being house trained, but I had to bring him inside this winter when the temperatures dropped below zero because he started developing little white spots on that darned tongue.
I always figured he was one-of-a-kind...until I started riding Chico. Check out the photo below. Either we have Schwarzenegger-DeVito type Twins, or someone dropped Chico on his head, too!