Nicknames: Georgie Porgie Puddin' Pie (full name), George, Turnip Head, The Nudist, Sausage Dog, Handsome, Gidge, Porge
Birthday: October 28th 2005
Likes: Playing, and eating people food. Also walks, sniffing, and scritches
Pet-Peeves: Being Picked up when sleeping/sleepy, getting his toenails clipped, the baby gate, puppy poop
Favorite Toy: His Bear and other bite-sized toys (even better if they have a squeaker). Also caps from water bottles and nylabones and balls
Favorite Food: Wellness Core Ocean, People food, veggies...pretty much will eat anything he's given, deli turkey for training
Favorite Walk: Petsmart, anything with lots of sniffs, our morning walk through the neighborhood
Best Tricks: Pawing, doggie yoga stretches, speaking, sitting, healing
Arrival Story: Georgie came to me as a New Year's Eve present for myself, and we've never been the same
Bio: George is the man of the house. He is so happy to see you when you get home he does a dance and places his ears flat against his skull, earning the name turnip head.
But George has a serious job of protecting his family and guarding the house, barking at any noises he hears. It's hard work being George, but he loves to take a nap on your lap, loves his neck to be scratched, enjoys a good game of fecth and occasionally keep away.
Anyone he meets he brings a smile to their face.
My Favorite Poem:: To Flush, My Dog -
Loving friend, the gift of one-
Who her own true faith has run-
Through thy lower nature,
Be my benediction said-
With my hand upon thy head,
Roses, gathered for a vase,
In that chamber died apace,
Beam and breeze resigning;
This dog only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone-
Love remains for shining.
This dog, if a friendly voice-
Call him now to blither choice-
Than such chamber-keeping,
'Come out!' praying from the door, --
Presseth backward as before,
Up against me leaping.
Therefore to this dog will I,
Tenderly not scornfully,
Render praise and favor:
With my hand upon his head,
Is my benediction said-
Therefore and for ever.
And because he loves me so,
Better than his kind will do-
Often man or woman,
Give I back more love again-
Than dogs often take of men,
Leaning from my Human.
Mock I thee, in wishing weal? --
Tears are in my eyes to feel-
Thou art made so straitly,
Blessing needs must straiten too, --
Little canst thou joy or do,
Thou who lovest greatly.
Yet be blessed to the height-
Of all good and all delight-
Pervious to thy nature;
Only loved beyond that line,
With a love that answers thine,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Wanring - Do NOT Get a Frenchie!: They snort, spit, gurgle, bubble, purr, wheeze, scrock, make luggies, gag, yack, pant, and choke. You've never heard so many obnoxious sounds from a living animal in your life. Makes more nasty noises than a frat house party. It will pee in your shoes and on the side of the bed. It will pee on your kid. It will hear the doorbell on the TV and go protective. It will be deaf when its time to do something it doesn't want. It will only eat when another dog wants to eat his food. It will pretend he can't go up the stairs when he doesn't want too. It will try to act tough with the cats and if a cat swats it, it will cry. It will stand in front of the water bowl scaring off the other dogs. The more you don't like it the more it likes you. It will follow you everywhere and get caught underneath your feet. It looks at you with those bug eyes wanting love. Give it affection ... and it spits. If you love it - it will ignore you. If you hate it - he never leaves your side. It will stand on your chest when you sleep. It will spit in your face and rub those prickly whiskers against your lips to wake you up. It will sleep on the pillow and get indigent if you try to use it. And it will only use the goose down pillows. It will stare at you while you sleep. When you are working on the computer it will wedge against your ankle. It will be fixated with smells. It will be overjoyed when you take your socks off and jam its nose between your toes. After you eat it will be fascinated with your breath. It will park its pushed up nose against the refrigerator air vent trying to suck smells out. It will drink your coffee ... then spit in it. It gets cold in the winter and overheats in the summer. It only pants if you don't look at it - and stops when you do look. It takes it forever to drink with that pushed in face. When walking the real dogs with it, it will be determined to walk in front of the others.
- The French Bulldog Rescue League
Well the other day Mom was in the office with Yvie and Tula and Anne was in the shower when I heard something! It was definitely diabolical so I barked.
Bump Bump Bump it went
I barked quite a bit actually. Over and over I went Bark Bark Bark. I kept barking while I kept hearing the noise.
Bump Bump Bump.
Now I guess Mom thought I was barking at some dumb dog out the window. Maybe, she thought, it's that fat coonhound, or that fat old dog, or that dumb rat terrier. It was a good conclusion because I really hate all those dogs.
BUT this time it wasn't dogs I was barking at. There was something seriously wrong in the house and I needed Mom or Anne to come see immediately.
It went Bump Bump Bump.
And I went Bark Bark Bark.
Well finally Mom had the realization that I couldn't be barking at something out the window because the shades were shut - and that I wasn't really doing my "I hate you dog" bark as I was doing my "Warning! Warning" bark.
So she came out to the living room to see what was going on.
Well I kept barking, and I had my hackles up and I made my lips real flat to make it easier for me to growl right before I'd bark.
Mom asked me what was wrong and I tried to tell her by barking all the more.
Well now she knew that something was wrong and she set out to figure out what it was. And then she heard it.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
That was the insidious sound!
I barked even louder!
But then Mom just laughed because she knew what it was.
It was the door to Anne's room, and even though it was shut it was moving and bumping against the frame.
Well I tried to tell Mom I knew that - but that it must be moving because SOMEONE WHO IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE must be in her room!
Well Mom opened Anne's room and showed me that, no - no one was in there. In fact, she told me that the door was bumping by itself because of the wind - due to Anne having her windows open.
Well that made a lot of sense to me. But I told Mom I wouldn't necessarily stop my barking, because, you know. Maybe NEXT time there might be someone in there.
Bumping against that door.
Bark At Ya Later (especially if you bump that door...)
This is an older entry, but Mom just didn't have the pictures uploaded to go with it, so we had to put it aside.
A few months ago, we took out Yvie's Christmas present, the agility jump. And we spent all day just running around and playing and learning how to jump over it, together and on our own! (it was especially fun because Anne had out the clicker and a pocketful of treats).
Anyway Mom got some pretty good pictures of us being all athletic . Don't forget to check out the ones on Yvie's page too.