It's Georgie Day!

Today, I will do my best to be nice even when George tries to annoy the heck out of me. He may jump on me, nip at my leg or neck, growl at me, chase me and I will let him. It's his special day so I have decided to cut him some slack.

It was this day last year when this little brother of mine was born to a pregnant Rat Terrier that was rescued from a puppy mill in Alabama. Mom saw his woeful look at a rescue site so he joined our family a few days later, on Mom's birthday. He took a morning flight to Boston and was picked up by Mom and Pops at the airport by noon.

As you can see, he was a real cutie when he first came. Now, I'm not so sure. Mom and Pops still think he is. I just wish he stayed at 1.9 lbs. He was easier to manage then. He’s bigger now but he hasn’t lost his Napoleon complex. He was always a feisty little thing. He never let his size get in the way of standing up to other dogs. With me, that’s fine. But when he gives the two Pit Bulls next door attitude, I think it makes Mom and Pops just a wee bit nervous.

Happy birthday, George! And if you want many, many more birthdays to come, go easy on the Pits.