Riley came down from Bend to spend the weekend with us at 1880 while his mama drove on to the coast for a nice stay with friends.  Roxie loved having such a nice visitor and really enjoyed the special toy Riley brought her.

Rosie, not so much. (She spent much of the time pouting in her room.)

At first, Riley stood hopefully by the front door, through which his mama had departed.

But pretty soon, he chose his favorite spot, in spite of the fact that he had brought his own bed and blankies.

And at night, he chose this location:

As Wanda says, “Riley is a companion dog.”