We went over to Serge's mom's house yesterday for dinner. More birthday boy festivities were held and just look at how excited he is over the Dressmaker II that he got. It's a portable sewing machine. I can't imagine what he thinks he's going to make with it but if I get a go, I'm going to fashion Georgie garments with it.
It was the first time we have taken Georgie over to visit at another human's house and, as I feared, the housetraining rules he has come to understand at home did not apply at the mother-in-law's. She's cool though, being a dog owner as well. Her dog goes in the house on newspapers and we are pondering whether or not to switch Georgie to that method. He peed and pooped in her house. Actually, he peed twice in the car on the way over there. Little fucker. I think it has something to do with the rain. It was raining quite hard when we were getting ready to go so Georgie got kind of wet as we were prepping the interior of the van. (We had to put the bench in that we had taken out to move a dishwasher.) Sara used to have pee pee accidents when she was wet too. It's like the feeling of "wet" makes them think they are outside or something. I know it seems like all I talk about is the damn dog, but seriously, I couldn't relax at all last night since I was constantly fixated on him and what he may damage. Luckily, his "accidents" were not on any carpeted areas, nor furniture. He got lots of exercise playing with Tigars so he was an instant blob upon returning home.
Normally, he isn't allowed to lie on the afghan that my Grandma crocheted but we made an exception last night. After all, I had bathed him earlier in the day.