Aw Muuuum!

"Just let me nap! Enough with the squeezing."

George eats a sock

He was quite sleepy when this opportunity was seized and so we managed to snatch it back with ease and hide it on the bookshelf. This was almost an event. Almost.

The bottom lip

If you look at George from the right angle (in the right light, at the right time of day, under the full moon) you can see his bottom lip. I love looking at him with a bottom lip. He looks like a little old man.

A trip to Victoria Park

This weekend we took George on an 8 mile round trip to Victoria Park in the centre of Leamington. On the way back his paws gave up for a moment and he had himself a wee lie down. Dom carried him for about 6 minutes. This is George's first October and first time in the autumn leaves. Much fun :)

Another one bites the dust

After two months of the bear, it has finally gone. This is the longest lasting toy George has ever had. It was a furry rag for about 6 weeks but George became bored and simultaneously run out of things to bury. The inevitable happened. So long bear...

Part of me is a little disappointed in myself for never taking a picture of George wearing bear's jumper. He was just so traumatised by the experience (it was a size too small so he couldn't really walk properly) and when I took him up to show Dom he seemed both disappointed and baffled by me in equal measure. I felt a bit like the 6 year old who washes the walls with ketchup. So I decided against asking George to pose. Curses!

George and his napping

George is almost one year old now and as far as he's concerned, the time has come to give up the romping and foraging and bee chasing and focus on what all dogs of a certain age eventually end up with...the all day nap

Just woken up from an upside down sleep. He has lost all his ears.

George gets the snip...because of the nip

George may look all floppy-ears and big brown eyes but under that Norman Rockwell facade was a nippy little monster. He had moved on from chewing socks and skirting boards, to fingers and ankles (and arms and feet and toes and knees and noses and chins) and so the vet suggested we bring him in for a...special treatment. George took it like a trooper but not before a full 10 hours of looking at me like this -

"Mum, I have a cone on my head and my boy parts are gone. I can't help but think you had something to do with this."

George is back!

George has been awfully busy lately but now that he's settled into his new home (and we have an internet connection) it's time to start blogging again!!

Since we last spoke...

George has moved house to Leamington Spa in Warwickshire. He has a new buddy at his local park, her name is Lola and she's a 6 month old Jug (Jack Russel / Pug - pics to come). He likes to chew her ear. She likes to respond with a gutteral sound that resembles drowning. She also has a curly piglet tail that George likes to 'boing!'*

George had a visit to the vets for the snip (see later post). He was awfully good but we fear he may have needed a few more hormones developed first (he popped in at 6 months) as he has since turned into a prissy girl dog. This is not helped by his new favourite find on the streets...baby dummies. It is not a rough and tough look. Will have to buy a leather collar with spikes if he keeps this up (or perhaps a shiny pink bow...)

We have started buying George huge great big Flintstone-style bones from the butchers (I would include a pic as he is currently trailing one around the living-room, even after my repeatedly reminding him it is an outside toy, but it is totally pink and gross and...boney). George has taken to burying them in the garden and then dragging them back inside over our cream carpet. He has also tried to bury them in the sofa and then covering up the evidence with our Mexican blanket. I have explained to him that it would be much easier to get our hands on another Beagle than a blanket from Mexico but he doesn't appear to listen. He just sits there looking smug knowing that no-one will ever again find his bone - he doesn't notice of course that half of it is still poking out from between the sofa cushions. We don't say anything.

George is now pretty much as big as he plans on getting. At his last weigh in (at the new vets - he had a funny tummy) he was 14 kgs!!! See pic of him with his dad taken by our cousin Jemma a couple of weeks ago:

Notice how even at 11 months old, he still enjoys showing off his 'seal pup' impression.

*Boing! definition: the art of pulling a curly piglet tail with teeth until straight like Beagle tail, then releasing.