>>I hope you stop back and tell us more
OK, thanks I will. River is my best friend. He doesn't understand me much, which is just as well, but I like to pretend that he does.
He recently had a cystic tumour removed; I thought I had lost him. When he came around, he let me know he wasn't very happy about it. I was, but he wasn't. In Ridgeback talk it was just a nip (after several warnings) but I carry the scars four months later. Never, ever give a Ridgeback a reason to bite, he could have taken my hand off, no trouble.
When I tickle his chest and hit the nerve, his head goes up, face contorted, back leg scratching away. When I stop, his paw comes out to pull my arm back so I guess he likes that.
He leans on people he likes and barks at those he doesn't, but I haven't figured out his criteria yet. Lying on the sofa, he crosses his front paws and closes his eyes but the slightest movement and he'll open one of them immediately. Although he snores, I am not convinced he is ever really asleep, just dozing.
I loves to play fight. I have to try and touch his head but it is impossible as he ducks and weaves, dropping his jaw flat to the floor, haunches in the air, ready to spring back for a quick escape. A Ridgeback is a very tough, coiled spring.
He invented a game where he runs past me, very close and I have to try and touch him, anywhere. Then he'll turn around for another pass, over and over. He moves so fast, ducking and diving, that it's usually about 15-2 to him. He came up with this one on his own.
He'll never fetch a stick in his life, only squeaky toys and cats. He has cool black fingernails. We go like the wind when I am on the bicycle, I could never cycle faster than he.
River sleeps at the bottom of my big bed with his chin on my legs.
I guess you could say I love my Ridgeback.
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