George, my love for you has caught me off guard. You see, I'm not a pet person. I'm actually still working on being a people person. And up until recently I wasn't even able to choose my favorite animal because I was afraid of the made-up risks involved. For example, if I confessed my favorite animal was an elephant then I would have to adopt it, nourish it, and then clean up it's enormous poo for the rest of its life. Plus elephants live for a loonngg time - so, no thank you. No room at the inn, Mighty Elephant. Sorry not sorry. But, your dopiness is endearing George. If you could speak I think you'd sound like a slightly happier version of Eeyore. You chum around with my groupies, Sweetrotten and the Baby. And when I'm working at the computer, there all of you sit, under my desk, by my feet, in a neat little row. I don't get it, but you three seem to, and it makes me smile. My three youngest babies being weird together. Adorable. :)
Here are some George pictures:
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| George watching the humans go by. |
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| Filling his days with awkward sniffing. |
He isn't allowed upstairs and "hides" when he gets busted.
I say, "George, we can see ya buddy."
After Snowmageddon 2017 -
What the? Is that falling from the sky again?
Stop it.
Go away.
He's my car companion.
And Sweetrotten's nap companion.
(Which happened upstairs, but he was so cute I let him break the rules. Naughty, manipulating doggy.)
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