The George Clooney of the dog world

I don't remember which reader of this blog coined the phrase of this post's title. But whomever it was who said it, it just seemed to go well with this picture. And when I was fooling around with Pioneer Woman's actions in Photoshop and working on a tutorial that she posted last week, the finished photo that appears in this post just seemed to fit with that phrase.

I get so many comments when I post pictures of George, and he truly is a wonderful dog. My husband would beg to differ, however. Even though George is out of the doghouse, after his escapades one day last week, he's with my husband most of the day. And a border collie likes to be kept busy. He enjoys herding the most. And you can usually find him at the edge of a field, keeping the horses inside in line.

Today my husband had to take his farm truck into town to have it repaired. So he dropped George off at the house at 9 am, rather than the usual 10:30. Well, someone was very upset at this change of plans. So someone dragged my sneakers, a paperback book, a pillow and one of the throw blankets out into the yard. That someone is black & white, and this is what he does to show his displeasure at having his regular routine disrupted. (I hate to see what he'll do when he gets home from the vet after we get him castrated. Yikes!)

I don't have much else to say tonight. We're watching the Survivor Singing Show, as my husband likes to call American Idol. And my internet is still not right. I have a download speed that's adequate, (and so much better than my old dial-up), but my upload speed is only 4 tonight. And that's insane. I can't upload pictures onto blogger. So I'm going with a post that I had written two days ago when I had a better upload speed. And I'm going to bed because I really don't care who wins this show. They're both great, and they'll both do fine in life. I am just too tired to care. Let me know who wins, will you?