We had friends over this weekend and as we were spending most of Saturday in London, The Georges (my aunt, uncle and two cousins) offered to puppy-sit.
As he's in the chewing stage, I was a teeny bit worried about which George would manifest over the 3 days they had the pleasure (or nightmare) of having him over. I needn't have worried, he was a doddle.
He was returned to us with a new toy (rawhind = genius), a new noise (puppy chattering) and a new disposition...sleepy. I have never before met truly sleepy George. I have never before seen George asleep! Should I still be pottering around at 10:30pm, George will feel the vibration of slippered foot on carpet from the next room and meet me at the kitchen gate ready to play, or maul.
Below are some photos I have pinched from the Georges to demonstate. I am glad to have pictorial evidence as this George we may never again meet...
Sleeping on Rachel's lap (she may or may not have been listening to the TV with headphones - so as not to disturb dosing pup).
The famous Buddha belly. Aunty Lynn ignoring my advice on not wearing a dressing-gown in the same room as George unless goading a tug-o-war...lesson learned the hard way I hear
Uncle Richard finding it terribly amusing that Jemma wouldn't (couldn't) put George down. George is contended. 'Up' is George's favorite place.
George sitting. Tail wagging. Staring intently. The smell of a treat in the air.
Upon his return...
Dominic missed George. George missed Dominic. As much as we enjoyed having our friends to stay, we'd like to request that no-one come to visit again. Ever. Thank you.
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