I've said that name in blinding frustration and in sheer affection. If you knew George you knew 2 things.
1. He was a complete pain in the ass.
2. He loved with every single hair on his body.
We got George just a few days before Gabe went to Afghanistan for the second time. I really wanted a puppy and we thought it would be a good distraction. We saw him in the shelter and were drawn to him right away. At first we were going to pass him by because we thought he was a big-dog puppy. When we saw that he was already a year we were hooked. Then only he would do. I don't even remember looking at the other dogs.
We left him there to think and pray. We were convinced he'd be gone by the time we made it back. There was at least one other family who wanted him and when Gabe sent me to the car I just prayed that he would come home with us. I saw Gabe open the door and walk out... With our new little dog in tow! I was beyond thrilled! Sam was in the car (we wanted to make sure they would get along) and we all welcomed the little guy with excitement.
Our family has never been the same.
George initially bonded with Gabe (probably because he is the one who actually took him out of the shelter). It took George no time to show his true neurotic colors when Gabe left. When I got back from taking Gabe to the airport George had shredded our bedroom carpet into strips - down through the padding. He had also scratched at the door. This behavior really didn't stop until Gabe got home. He went through several kennels and countless blankets/towels. He also made a habit of messing in his kennel (EW!) while I was at work so I would come home from my hour long commute (one way) after a long day to the huge, often overwhelming task of cleaning up after him.
Here is a list of the things George damaged or destroyed... Well, the things I can remember. ;)
- 3 smaller kennels (they looked like the Jaws of Life got to them)
- 1 large kennel (the full-proof kind... He chewed the little mini window so he could push the metal aside and escape)
- Blankets (if they were remotely near the kennel he would grab them and pull them in to eat them. yes, eat. I'm about 99% sure he digested some)
- Towels I put in his kennel for comfort
- At least 2 dog beds - also for comfort... Which I guess they brought since he was insane.
- Diaper Bag
- Glass from Coffee Table
George, it was an honor to love you.
“In a dog's life, some plaster would fall, some cushions would open, some rugs would shred. Like any relationship, this one had its costs. They were costs we came to accept and balance against the joy and amusement and protection and companionship he gave us.”
― John Grogan, Marley & Me