Little George

Wow! I am feeling so much better. I recently spent some time at the Animal Welfare Society after having surgery to repair my broken leg. Once I was well enough to be cared for outside of the clinic, I moved into my foster home where I will be for the next eight weeks. What do you think of my cool green cast they gave me?

Now that I have been with my foster family a few days I can tell they are already impressed by my charm and physical aptitude. Although I am only eight months old, nine pounds of pure muscle and down one leg, I leaped onto the coffee table with the speed and agility of a cheetah. I could smell food on the table and I just had to have some. To my surprise, it wasn’t a piece of juicy steak I was salivating over, but instead a bowl of soggy Cheerios. As I was slurping the bowl of sugary milk I could hear, “Nooooooo!” I was caught red handed and there was nothing I could do. The bowl was swiftly taken away and I was put onto my bed with milk still dripping from my whiskers.

I don’t always like to reveal my softer side, especially where we are just starting to get to know each other, but I love to cuddle. If I could spend my entire day cuddling that would be a dream. Even when I am unable to have cuddle time with my humans I am happy to follow them around to let them know that I will always be by their side if they need me.

Even though I am crate trained and I do well in my crate, my very most favorite place to be at night is with the people I love. I don’t just mean on the bed, I mean in the bed. Once you are asleep, I will actually lift up the covers with my nose to get under the blankets and sheets. It is warm, cozy and takes away the cold winter chill.

All of this talk about going to bedtime is making me sleepy. I am going to brush and floss my teeth before I go to sleep. Have a great night!

Hugs and kisses, George xoxoxoxo

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