The Life of Riley

The Life of Riley.  It's a term my mother used.  I always thought it meant that whoever she was describing had a good life.  Indeed, when I finally had a dog named Riley, Riley had a good life.

Several days ago the girls went to the beach, which is major illegal in Seattle.  But we sneak on at various hours of the day when we mostly encounter other dogs running from the law and homeless folks, probably also running from the law...

And there is nothing better than retrieving a beloved soccer ball (and for Willa a tennis ball) in the setting moonlight over the Olympic Mountains.

Murphy's Day and the Life of Riley.