George is still here. No huge surprise there. I have not taken him to the local pound. I have not advertised him as up for grabs. I have not tried at all (short of checking the lost and found postings on our local radio station’s website) to find his previous owners.
George is still here. George is friendly and affectionate and has only once tried to do “unnatural things” to my grandson. George has stayed on his side of the fence and my girls have stayed on theirs. Buddy, who is evidently exempt from every rule of good dog ownership, enters and leaves our yard at will. He is very frustrating and annoying. He is especially annoying to George as he chews on him continually. George has never retaliated.
When George first arrived, he could not bark. I really thought that his previous owners had deliberately crushed his windpipe. This is, believe it or not, common among dog fighters to keep the noise down on their “farms”.
Sunday evening, it was 8:30 and still 99 degrees. The dogs were out front, 3 in and 1 out of the front yard. I heard all hell break loose and figured the neighbor’s dogs must have come for a visit. Our neighbors own 2 beautiful Weimeraners who occasionally venture out of their own yard and come down to ours. We looked out and yep, it was Chief and Alice.
Barking furiously and positioning himself between the interlopers and my girls was - George. He was soon joined by Buddy but Chief and Alice know Buddy. They have been ignoring Buddy for a long time. They did not ignore George. George stayed on his side of the fence which put him in the parking lot of the business next door, with Chief and Alice. There was some minor skirmishing, some treaty talks, a few more skirmishes and détente was reached. As long as Chief and Alice stayed an appropriate distance from our fence, George wouldn’t eat them.
A few more discussions and the warriors (minus the nuisance, Buddy) went off to celebrate their newfound alliance.
Monday morning, when Shorty went to work, George was on the back porch steps, inside our fence. I have no idea how he got there but there he was. I let the girls and Buddy out shortly before noon and with one admonishment “Be nice to George”; there was harmony in the kingdom. It was kind of funny, though, watching the girls water the grass and then George would follow them and mark their spots and then Buddy would come behind him and re-mark them. I best make sure the boys have plenty to drink!
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It's like when in kindergarten and boys would pull on girls' hair when they liked them. Personally, I kicked the boys I had crushes on. Sadly, not much has changed.
My Spunky dog seemed to have an unending supply of urine. Hee hee.
Oh yeah...pissing competitions. We have lots of those here too!
Welcome to the family, George!
Sounds like George is keeper. But I guess you already know that. I loved that little story. Made me teary.
You see dog = god spelled backwards. It's amazing how much they can take and still want to love us.
I just popped in to read your fun Monday post, I so loved it, it reminds me of when I was little climbing trees :)
George sounds cool!
Glad George found his bark. :) My little Fibi was with us almost a year before she barked. She still doesn't bark often and when she does you have to be close to hear her. :)
he sounds like a great dog.
i'm glad he can bark. crushed windpipe---oh man that would be awful.
He is a cutie!!! This is a great story! I heart dogs!!! You should check out the Q&A part 1 WT asked what was my first pet's name...it's all about my dogs!
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