OK, I know I promised photos but mum needs a bit more training on this and so I live in hope that she manages it before I become an adult!
I'm normally at my best first thing in the morning, full of energy after a goods nights sleep and raring to go and go and go. To keep me occupied mum had found me a baby ball, great for getting hold of, with soft but tough exterior. Should last me all of a few minutes. I can only have it when mum or dad are around in case the stuffing comes out. Don't want any visits back to the vets, nice as the big geezer was. Well as I sink my teeth into the soft material a boing sound came from it, well I jumped back and did I what any frightened dog would do I barked at it. Did seem to stop the noise, that is until I grabbed it again. Actually after a while it was quite fun and I charged off around the room at maximum speed.
All was going well until this purple thing appeared, apparently called a Dyson! Of course this needed the George bark to frighten the life out of it. I tried jumping at it, growling at it and generally making it aware I was around and not at all frightened. Until that is it started up and I shot off and hid under the dining chair. Mum says I won't be doing that for long! I did eventually get it to shut up and mum put it in the cupboard.
This evening I was relaxing in front of dads chair when I was rudely awaken. My body was slowing moving across the floor without any impetus from me? Turns out he had operated the electric recliner! I just hope he checks out I'm not underneath before he closes it.
Gorgeous George
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