Thursday 19 September 2019

My Pet: Loving life of Reilly in the royal county

Reilly the dog
Reilly the dog

Well, I nearly fell out of my standing when I saw my brother got published in the paper a few weeks back, absolutely delighted I was.

We don't always see eye to eye, but blood is thicker than water as they say and he knows I'll always have his back, and he mine, though there might be a few heckles on show, but sure that's families for you.

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I'm Reilly, brother of Dicey, talk of the family for the past few weeks! Ah no, I'm delighted for him really. But to be honest, and I'd say it to him myself, he has a grand time of it really.

Me? Well I've just turned 11 and I live in Dunboyne, not too far from my brother. When I'm not in Dunboyne I spend a bit of time down the country, in Wicklow, for a bit of respite you might say. It's the children you see, now I love them dearly and all but... well, let's just say there's great peace when I stay in Wicklow. I even get to sit on the furniture, the Ikea chair, now my da would have something to say about that, but that's another story.

I love them all dearly and they call me their hairy brother, but by God, have I gone grey since the first one appeared, all noisy and strange, eight years back. There's all the funny noises and smells to start with and then, sure, they get adventurous and start chasing you around. But it's that sweet time between the crying and the crawling, when they sit up in the high chair that's just heaven, the tasty treats that fall unnoticed as I sit quietly and patiently under the chair. Then, when they get a bit older and cleverer they sneak me the bits they don't like, unbeknownst to their mam, who thinks they are great for finishing their dinners and wonders why I won't touch mine, yet I seem to have gained a pound or two... ah yes, the little wins in a dog's life!

The mam is my favourite, she was my mam first you know, she even sneaked me into the wedding photos without himself knowing! He tells me I'm a great little dog though, and I love it when he gives out about all the dogs we meet, when we're out walking and says they're not as well behaved as me.

Days like that I strut along like a show dog, like I'm 10ft tall. Small dog syndrome he calls it, and he smiles, a bit proudly, I don't know what he's talking about, but sure isn't that families for you!

Name: Reilly

Finest hour: Getting in the wedding album

Likes: Sitting by the fire

Dislikes: Cats

Aoife O'Dwyer, Dunboyne, Co Meath

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