Maybe Some Sauerkraut?

Taylor flew home today from Europe, and Riley was there at LAX
to greet her, along with Coconut, who managed to read the memo this time. Riley immediately began his search of Taylor's pockets for treats from Italy (some leftover pizza would be splendid) or Prague (some kolena - a comically large piece of roast pork knee -- would certainly taste yummy on a Sunday). Here is Taylor, trying to examine Riley who claimed to have starved to death in her absence.

Giving Thanks

Look at this. You see this? This is what's about to happen again at Riley's house. As soon as the movie "Man of Steel" is over, the people will flip to football highlights, and all the desserts -- cheesecake and pumpkin pie and shortbread cookies and See's candy and a whole freaking chocolate cake -- will be wrapped up and put away so we can pretend dessert never happened. Then the Christmas decorations will come out. Riley loves Christmas almost as much as he loves Thanksgiving.

But Riley will be missing his big brother Rocky this year. His name is Rocky because he rocked. We all miss Rocky very much. He taught Riley everything he knows about stealing food, and he practically invented the technique of licking dirty plates in the dishwasher.

Rest in peace, dear Rocky. We are thankful to have had you as a member of our family for 14 years. We love you.