I have sooo many pictures of George and no place to share them! So...You all get to see my handsome boy!
I've owned George since before he was born. We own his mom and I picked out the stud we were going to breed her to. He came from a litter of 9, and has always been the standout. Since 3 weeks old, he'd climb out of the whelping pen, and make his way over to the laundry basket of clean clothes and somehow manage to pull himself up into it and sleep next to the door waiting for us to come visit.
One night, when the puppies were 5 weeks old, my mom had them outside in a pen while she was cleaning the whelping box. Somehow the puppies found a hole and decided to get out. Luckily Zada (mom) was right there and the puppies followed her back into the whelping pen. Well...All except one...George. As my mom picked up the puppies and placed then back into the pen, she noticed one was missing, and realized it was George. She panicked when she could not find him. It was October, getting cold, and dark. He's black. Hard to see! Her and my dad spent nearly 3 hours looking for him before he was found, sleeping underneath a trailer in the driveway.
We did not plan on keeping George. I fell in love with him when he was 2 weeks old and I was heartbroken he was listed for sale. He had such personality and was just the cutest thing! He preferred human company to his litter mates. As the weeks went by, I stressed and stressed everytime someone came and picked out a puppy. At 8 weeks old, 8 puppies were gone, 1 little black male nick-named George was left. My cousin decided last minute he was going to take him. I cried my eyes out that night.
The morning of my 21st birthday, a puppy was thrown onto my bed with a big red bow he was trying to eat. I could NOT believe it. How convenient that my birthday was the same week he was 9 weeks old. My parents at the last minute decided to let me keep him. It was fate, the people that had seemed interested in a puppy, decided not to get one. My cousin was in on the scam and everything clicked into place that I'd been had.
George was officially mine. My mom told me I had to re-name him because George just isn't a dog name. LoL. So I was going to name him Zane. We already had a Zeb, Zada and Zak so I wanted to keep the Z theme going. But Zane just didn't fit. My 4 year old niece had dubbed him "G-G-G-G is for George" and it just stuck. (She was learning her A, B, C's at the time) I can't tell you the number of times he gets laughed at when someone asks what his name is. But it just fits.
Anyways...Onto the pictures.
Bored in the truck
Finding bunnies in the wood pile
More nap time
Napping some more
He likes to cuddle and sleep right up on your pillows. I actually don't use a pillow...I use his belly.