Thoughts on George

Play with me.

I promise to be good.

My husband and I were out sitting in the late afternoon sunshine today. My husband was resting in the warm sun and I was reading a book that came today from Daryl (she sponsors a bookswapping site). Thanks so much, Daryl! The book is Twilight and I'm already totally engrossed in it.

As we were sitting there, tossing a rope toy back and forth for George, we remarked that even though he's only a little over a year old, he's already lived in three different places. We were hoping that he was handling everything ok. When we lived at the farm prior to here, he was told not to come up to the barn every day with my husband becaused he got all the other dogs going.

However, it was the other way around. There were a couple of dogs, one in particular, that was very aggressive and would get George going by trying to attack him.

So George had to stay in the house all morning and then all afternoon.

Well, he doesn't have to do that anymore!

George had always gone to work with my husband. When they were checking broodmares, he would wait in the truck. He's a pretty good dog. When the stallions or other horses would run the fenceline, he would calm them down somehow by sitting there and staring at them until they stopped.

I wonder sometimes if he misses the horses. But he's got plenty of squirrels around here to keep him busy. In fact, the squirrels remind me of something the nuns used to say to me (only sometimes). Kathleen (they would say), you are a Bold, Brazen Article!

And that's what these squirrels are, too!!

Have a great Saturday, all.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .