Was I coming or going? I wasn’t sure. I knew there were lots of conversations after I had arrived. Mummy wasn’t sure about me. She
Well, I didn’t know I was going to have company. But sure enough she came bounding up to my crate.
It’s still me, George continuing my story. Well, you know “foster Mummy” – she wasn’t sitting there admiring me. She was contemplating how she should
Woohoo!!!! Nothing stops us from playing even when it wet, wet, wet – and there’s another hound who wants to play with us.
I know this looks like a T-Rex is about to chomp up George. But instead, he chewed up Little Tyke’s dinosaur.
Mummy said some of the lyrics of this song by Cilla Black could have been George’s song – or for that matter – for any
This used to be my place on the bed. But these days Georgie takes prime position. C’est la vie! He’s become Mr. Snuggles … not certain
We’ve taken George to the beach twice before and each time he had never ventured out to the water. He’s happy to run around on
This George is an old boy. I’ve seen him a few times at Gail’s – but haven’t seen a lot of him of late.
There’s something about Little Tyke and getting into our beds.
Three days ago, our friend Manuela visiting from Milano, introduced us to her godmother.
George was nowhere to be seen at our Hyde Park Cockapoo meet. That’s because he was invited to the country by Sarah, our neighbour who is also my
So I growl at George now and then. He’s annoyingly too playful for me sometimes. And whenever he goes to visit his godparents – Praewa
When all the excitement of our reunions have calmed down, we all sat in bed to watch catch-up TV – Graham Norton and Downton Abbey. George cuddling
