Mr. Fancy Pants

Sometimes the lady calls Reilly Mr. Fancy Pants. See, I am the rough and tumble, running, rolling in the dirt, jumping in the leaves, digging muddy holes kinda guy. Reilly, not so much...If he gets a leaf stuck in his fur, he freaks out, he'll walk a step, then try to get the leaf out, then he sits and refuses to go any further until it gets removed from his fur.

On our walks if he wants to do his business and there is a leaf anywhere nearby, he stops and moves to a different spot. Muddy feet? He hates 'em. Puddles? Rain? Leaves? Dirt? Nope, not for Reilly. But the habit that really makes the lady and I laugh is this one:

He almost ALWAYS eats with one leg up in the air. He musta read somewhere that fancy pants people stick their little finger out when they drink tea, and since he doesn't have a little finger to stick out, he sticks out his leg!

Mr. Fancy Pants!

And he likes his food bowl on a towel, I guess he thinks it's a placemat or something, what a goose.

And even though he drives me crazy, for some lap time with the lady, I'll share.