True to his royal name, it seems we have a lot of grass re-seeding to do this Fall. And what Georgie Pie hasn't destroyed by process of elimination (!) has been shredded by his velodrome running around the yard. He's completely bonkers - comes from the speckled side of his face, I'm certain. The black side is the good side - it curls into snuggly dog balls, nibbles on Jack's sleeve when he comes home from school, and paws at me like a cat when I'm at the bottom of the steps and he's at the top. Split personality disorder.
His specked side also spooks easily - he sounds the bark alarm at backpacks on floors, pool towels on chairs, robes on hooks and boys in hoods. Poor Scoutie Tu-Tu has to go investigate then to see what all the fuss is about. When she gets there to see it's literally not a freaking thing, she bows her head and averts her eyes with such disdain. As if George is embarrassing the entire canine family. Crikey, get a-hold of yourself, you Big Galoot - have you seen the size of your teeth lately?
:) Have a great weekend!
