It's all Georgie all the time around here. I forgot how much figurative space a dog occupies in one's life. Unless I'm engaged at work, my thoughts are consistently centered on the little guy. And I'm learning more and more about him as we go. I'm certainly his master (this both pleases and displeases Serge) and he seems like he's becoming a lap beagle. He always wants to be parked in my lap when I'm seated. This is fine except that it starts hurting after a while, him being 33 pounds and all.
We live across the street from Mondou, a place that sells pet supplies but no actual animals. Georgie loves to go in there (you can bring your animal in) and get treats from the staff. He ripped apart the colorful octopus that we bought him last week in about a day. Yesterday, I got him a "strong" toy. It's still going to get destroyed but the stitching and nylon fabric will make it last longer. One nice thing they have over there is a dog washing station and it's absolutely free! What a great marketing technique. Talk about added value.
I keep thinking he's fully housetrained but then he does something to refute that. Like peeing in the middle of the bed. I wanted to kill the little fucker. I think that's the biggest "fuck you" a doggie can do aside from outright biting you. Anyway, we walk him enough and he has plenty of patio time that he shouldn't be doing this in the house. He peed right in front of me the other day and I whacked him and then felt terrible about it. I have no business whacking my little amour, but I kind of lost my temper. I pledged to myself that I wouldn't hit him again.
It appears he doesn't snarfle up dog turds like Sara used to do, but cat turds are a whole nother story. He loves finding those buried treasures. I think it's pretty gross and avoid doggy kisses for hours afterward. He does cry quite a bit when one of us leaves the house but luckily it only lasts around a minute. I tied him up outside the convenience store so I could grab something and you'd have thought someone was out there cutting him up with a knife. The piercing cries he was making made me think that tying him up is probably not the best idea - especially if he can't see me.
In other news, I'm on the cusp of the crunchiest crunch time of the session. I'm doing back to back intensive week-long courses for the nurses the next two weeks. That means that I'll be largely absent from the blogosphere because I will have no time. I don't even have net access on my lunch hour. I'll try to post here and there nonetheless, maybe a Georgie pic if nothing else. If I don't get around to say hi, don't take it personally, I'm just balls to the walls busy. Mwah and that goes for all of you!