Nicknames: Georgeous (from my pal Jay-Jay) , Big Boy, Mr. G, Georgie, Butter Boy, Sweet Pea; and when I'm a very naughty Little B@@@ARD!
Birthday: June 13th 2001
Likes: I love going for walks with my mommy, riding in my car seat, going on vacation to Carmel where I dig in the sand and eat at all the yummy restaurants. But most of all I love to give KISSES!
Pet-Peeves: THE WORD NO & THUNDERSTORMS! I hate the broom and vacuum 'cuz gran'ma chases me with them. Lastly, nobody can touch my mommy she's mine and nobody elses.
Favorite Toy: Mister Monkey(my baby), I abuse him, I lick him and sleep on him. I really love Mr. Monkey!
Favorite Food: French Bread... French Bread with butter, French bread with cheese, French Bread any way I can get it!
Favorite Walk: Any walk...Anywhere...Anytime
Arrival Story: I was born in Missouri and one day was put on a plane to California to be sold in a scary pet store. The second day at the pet store I was in my cage playing when these two beautiful women came in and peered in my cage, it was a very quiet evening because all the other puppies were sleeping, but I decided I wanted these people to be mine, so I turned on the charm and low and behold the cage opened they scooped me up and held me like I'd never been held before, and at that moment we all knew we were going to be a family.
Bio: I live with my mommy and gran'ma, my daddy lives in SF but he visits alot, I love him alot but am glad I don't have to share my mommy with him everyday! I love going on walks I have a lot of friends in the valley, we see each other almost every night. I also go to puppy playschool every Saturday at the SPCA I have lots of friends there and have loads of fun, I usually sleep all the way home. I absolutely love riding in the car unless I'm going to the vet or the beauty shop, I like neither but I know both are necessary. I love to dig in the sand at the beach, I once dug a 6 foot long trench, I'll take a rest in the trench till I get enough energy and then start all over again, most people are amazed that a little dog like me can dig such big holes for so long, but I love it! I am tormented daily by the neighborhood cats (boy are there alot of them) they lounge in my front yard and just ignore my barks. I have recently made friends with my neighbor Harley the Siamese cat, we sniff each other I jump around and try to play with him but he gets disgusted with my enthusiam and usually goes home, but most of the time he just sleeps in my yard and I have learned to let him lay back and enjoy. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful family and I wish all the puppies in the world had it so good.
11 years ago today a little dog was born who totally transformed my life. I'd never known a love like this, although, I'd had 2 beautiful dogs previously. From the day I brought George home I'd realized I now have the child I never really thought I wanted. Yes he may be a fury but he is indeed my child. George is as sweet as he is cute and as feisty as he is smart. In these 11 years, there is not a day that has gone by when he hasn't made me (us) laugh and frankly yell a little to, for he can indeed be a force to be reckoned with. Last year at this time we were sure that we were going to lose George, but thankfully he seems to be healthier than ever, although his liver levels say the contrary.
Yes, I will most certainly have more dogs in the future but somehow I don't think they will ever touch my heart in the same way this guy has. My life became whole the day George set paw in our house.
Happy Birthday 11th Birthday Georgie we all love you more than words can express~
and my liver levels have decreased significantly but not as much as hoped for...Right now Dr. Tabai says we'll just do a wait and see and hopefully in about 3 months the levels will lower themselves on their own...Another blood test in 3 months and hopefully things will look better~ No more meds works for me let's hope it works for my liver too!
it started off innocently with mommy havin' the biggest Cosmo I ever did see and then saunterin' off into the backyard to water her just planted tomatoes..Me I was hangin' out around the back of the house all by my lonesome...Mom got thru doin' her gardenin' stuff and called me to come into the house...She called, and she called, and she called ...I was huddled in the grass gnawin' on "somethin'"...Mom screamed at me to drop it but I ignored her command much like I usually do...Mom began chasin' me around the yard and saw that I did indeed have somethin' in my mouth...She screamed, I ran...Her only option was to grab the dastardly hose, the only thing in life that I am truly petrified of **cringes**...At first she just sprayed "at" me, I didn't give up my treasure, only ran...Next the jet spray came my way and I refused to succumb to the water torture...I became totally soaked and FINALLY became so sick and tired of the dang hose and her swearin' at me at the top of her lungs that I dropped "it"...Mom scooped me up and whisked me into the garage to dry me off before I jumped on the couch and soaked that sucker too..Next, she gathered up all her courage to see what exactly I had dropped...Bein' a girl she could only determine that IT HAD A HEAD...
She immediately called Dr.Nia due to my "condtion" and the Dr. told her to rush me in to make me a Barfy-Boy..I gotted to the hopstial and all the suckers there were so happy to see me, only Mom didn't seem too pleased to back again **cha-ching** Dr. Nia whisked me off and put these drops in my eyes to make me barf...Guess what? I barfed up all kinds of feathers and "insides" of what used to be I'm sure, a very cute birdie...Dr. Nia wanted Mom to come back and see all the cwap i throwed up, but Mom refused cuz I don't thinks she wanted to throwed up too!
Now the concern is with my compromised liver what havoc this cute little sucker that I ripped apart could do to my insides...I gots all kinds of injections and they gave Mom even more pills for me to take for another 10 days...Dr. Nia is concerned that perhaps the cute little de-headed birdie could have been diseased and that possibly my liver could be further compromised...Keep you paws crossed please~
Did you know that when they makes you barf your tummy gets all empty and that you're freakin' starvin' when you get home? I've been tearin' around the house threatenin' the peeps with bodily harm unless they dish out somethin' that tastes even better than that cute little birdie I ripped up~ This is the prime reason why I'm not allowed to go outside by myself very often, and I gots a feelin' it's gonna be a lot longer before I ever gets to hunt in the yard again **begins to sob (while tummy is growlin')**
Oh and somethin' else...Mom was in the waitin' room with this young man who had brought in a newborn Feral Kitten whose mother had left him/her in the mans yard...The kitty had problems breathin' so the man whisked this poor kitty to Dr. Nia where they treated him/her for pneumonia...This is one lucky kitty the man forked over almost $200 cash for this Feral Kitty, gotta be the luckiest Feral Kitty in all the land I thinks...
So the moral of this story is: 1 animal taken and 1 animal given life on the same night..Kind of makes the head of the birdie in my garbage more heartwarmin', huh~
Signed, George "Bird-Breath" "Cha-Ching" Underwood