rest in peace, Molly.
Two months after Molly's death, Jim suggested that we go *just take a look* at puppies at a local adoption event. I said fine, but only to look at how none will ever live up to how awesome Molly was.
About three and a half minutes into the event, I was hooked. I wanted another puppy. Jim's plan had worked! We met and fell in love with a litter of 10 puppies and their mom, "First Lady". She was found abandoned in another state, pregnant, and in need of love. Her puppies were named after presidents and first ladies. There were three that I absolutely loved:
We quickly filled out the paperwork and decided that Franklin was our dog. A few days later, we had learned that he was taken. It was a phone call from Jim's sister..."you have to pick George"...that was the deciding factor. We brought George home two weeks later, and kept his name.
It was love at first sight.
Look at those eyes.
Jim headed back to grad school, and I brought puppy George home, completely by myself in my endevor. I knew nothing about raising a puppy. I was in for an adventure, one that would lead to a lifetime of closeness and bonding.
George had *one* accident inside, ever.
Matching floors in George's honor.
A pasttime he has loved since the beginning.
Even the smallest size collar does not fit baby G!!!
Anxious to get out of his little yard when I got home from work one evening.
Our first walk together. Although he hated being out of the house at the time, today this is his favorite activity.
I knew from the look of George's mom combined with his gigantic paws, that he was going to be a big boy. Before he got too large, I signed him up for puppy class. This was a lifesaver and has definitely paid off.
My little over-achiever.
Smart like his daddy.
Probably staring at a bug.
We <3 bridges.
George has been by my side through everything. I became very sick and bedridden twice since I've had him, and each time, he would not leave my bedside. Food even had to be brought to him, and usually, he'd refuse it.
Hiking in the Shenandoah, and look, a bridge!
Never more than a few steps behind me.
(Does the shirt look familiar?)
Enjoying a spring afternoon.
In May, 2010. we decided to expand our fur-family and give George a friend. We gave him a sister named Sadie.
It was love at first sight, part II.
She fit into our family perfectly...
We thought for sure that George would just love and accept Sadie with open paws, like any other sibling would do....
"....AND STAY OUT!!!!"
...but George had something else in mind. He was not thrilled about sharing his home and parents with another puppy. But his heart is infact bigger than his stubborness, and he soon welcomed baby Sadie:
Here is a list of 10 little-known facts about George:
1. He loves sitting for hours and hours, taking in mother nature, and never moving other than to sniff the fresh air.
2. He is the fastest runner that I know.
3. He has a house with his name on it.
4. He allows me to practice my photography, by doing impromtu "picture days", complete with awkward senior photo poses.
5. George LOVES hikes. and walks. and nature.
6. He smiles his biggest while in the Adirondacks.
7. Only while on vacation, George sleeps/lounges on picnic tables.
8. George makes friends faster than anyone that I know. He's also not embarassed by any form of P.D.A.
9. He once defied all odds and jumped up onto his hind legs to catch a snowball in his mouth, thrown by one of several BFF's, Sean.
10. He has a star-burst in each eye.
2. Also self-explanatory.
5. Robert titled this one on the facebook album: "Why Uncle Bob?" Enough said.
6. BUT....at least after a hard day of abuse, George is rewarded with a warm bed, pillow, and monogrammed blanket.
Easier than brushing?
That laser pointer provided hours of entertainment, as George pulled me around the house, horse and carriage style.
three. (always the left eye.)
I love you little buddy! Thank you for being my best friend!