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Ellen Riggs
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Hi folks, it’s me, Riggs Rideout, dog model and model dog.You know the expression “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”?Wrong. Totally wrong.I teach Mom new tricks all the time.Just recently, I taught her not to underestimate my brainpower.Let’s get this out of the way first: I am not old. Ten is the new six in dog years.Yes, I do have a little back trouble and Mom has started giving me something she calls “joy juice.” It used to be illegal but now it’s all the rage and the holistic vet recommended it. Comes in an unmarked package and Mom has to sign for it because I’m under 18.Anyway, I’m feeling pretty frisky again and when Mom happened to toss me a liver treat the other day, I snapped it out of the air. Easy!So she did it again. And again. I caught about five out of 10 treats on our first round and my rates just keep going up every day.She laughs like I’m a total genius when it should come as no surprise. I’ve always been an efficient predator, known for some impressive flycatching moves. It just took her 10 years to toss a liver treat my way.Mabel? Girl’s got no game at all. Treats bounce off her head. And yet some people (Ahem: Grandma) say Mabel’s the smart one.Smarter than Mom, maybe. In just a few days, I got her totally wrapped. I know that if I’m on the ball, the treats keep coming.Who exactly is training whom?I may need to slow it down to keep my boyish figure. There is so much pressure on models—even of the 
canine persuasion. Besides, I don’t want to be carrying extra lbs on the cottage trails.Unfortunately, I’ve proven to Mom that I can still nab chipmunks. Maybe that part wasn’t so smart.I hope you’ll buy Mom’s books about that other dog. Not because I have any respect for the so-called Sheepdog Sherlock. Nope, I just want her to leave that day job for good and ferry me around to all my happy places.When Riggs is happy, everybody’s happy. Right?Take care and talk soon.Respectfully,
Riggs