Our son's 17 month old (English) cocker-boy, Riley, spends his days at our house (with his littermate a permanent resident of 'our' house as well as his mother, uncle and grandmother you can see why we affectionately call this 'Camp Cocker'Originally Posted by CorsairMac
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Our carbon's who reside on a rack in our dining room as well as our 'other road bikes' who keep us in cycling shape on trainers in our downstairs family room all live in fear of Riley ... boy dog in and out of the house and dog pack still trying to push it to the limit and see if he can pull off a coup and become thee top dog and claiming his part of the territory as only a boy dog can ...
Biting the tires is not what they're concerned about![]()