Kamir's loss was devastating and Cashmere convinced me that the house was a little too quiet with the pitter-patter of four instead of eight feet.
So, we drove out into the desert to a shelter run by the Animal Friends League of Kuwait. After "interviewing" dozens of dogs, we came home with Riko, formerly known as Ringo. (I like the Beatles as much as everyone else, but I could not deal with the name.)
Riko, who also answers to Ri-Ri B, is part German Shepherd part desert dog. He was born in May 2005 and until he joined us, had spent his whole life in the shelter.
His first week in the house he was very curious, watching TV, taking things off of shelves, and "tasting" anything that crossed his path. I lost a rebate check, a house slipper, and a bottle of lotion.
He has really calmed down after that introductory exploratory stage. He has commandeered my bed and spends most of his time there. He only leaves it to bark at the phone, eat (he has a really light appetite), and go for a walk. Mostly, he's quite mellow and just wants to have his tummy scratched. Cash enjoys his company and when not trying to dominate him, curls up next to him for very long naps.
