Happy Monday, everyone!
George wanted to send you all a ‘funny’ dog smile, to brighten up your day!
When George was younger, it was almost impossible to take good photos of him due to his unexplained aversion to the camera. Back then, I was glued to the camera all of the time and spent my days sneaking up on him trying to use the element of surprise in order to capture that one perfect picture of him. You know, the one that you know you will hang on the wall your living room one day.
Luckily, as George got older, he has also become a much more willing model. There could be many reasons for his change of heart, but my guess is that he just can’t be bothered to hide or move away anymore. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. At least now our collection of ‘decent’ photos of George is growing, and I feel closer than ever to capturing THE ONE.
I wonder if this one could be it? I think he looks like a very distinguished English gentleman here.
Those of you who have been following George’s adventures through life since his puppy days already know that he is a bit of a sun worshipper and heat missile. This simply means that he loves sitting in sunlight and be as warm as possible. In fact, “too warm” is a concept completely alien to him.
Yesterday was one of those special winter days when it is frosty and quite cold outside, but the sun shines brightly tickling our imagination with the promise of an early spring. When this happens, our front room is completely flooded with sunlight, turning into a magical place of warmth and beauty.
On days like this, there is no nicer place to be than here and George knows it. As soon as the rays come streaming through the front windows, he abandons his usual spot by the radiator in the back room and settles into one of the Ikea Poang chairs directly facing the light. Then he does not move until the sun disappears or is covered by clouds.
Today, whilst taking a break from writing, I found him like this:
Check out the smile on his face… Does he look happy or what?
I have to say that, as someone which virtually no photography skills apart from turning the blitz on or off, I am quite pleased with both these photos. They are taken on my phone virtually a few seconds apart, and yet they are so different from each other and have turned out quite ‘artsy’. I think.
When your dog is 11 years old and counting, their inclination to preserve their energy (aka “laziness”) can impact even their favourite pastimes. This is what happened to little Georgie one cold winter morning, when the reluctance to leave the cosiness of his bed by the radiator clashed (only slightly) with his irresistible impulse to shred any piece of cardboard that he comes across.
Luckily, our whippet is quite resourceful and found a way to have both, thus also inventing a new style of cardboard shredding. Clever (and cute) George!
The last time I wished Happy Birthday to my sweet boy on our blog was – believe it or not – 8 years ago! Where has time gone?
George is 11 years old today, but as full of beans and youthful as ever. There are not enough words in the world to describe the joy, love and laughter he has brought to our lives, the massive impact he’s had on our family or the ways in which he’s changed us forever. So, instead of coming up with some soppy message, I’ll just say: Happy Birthday, Georgie boy!
Here are a couple of pictures of the birthday boy, taken today:
If you want to see what he looked like as a (very, very cute) puppy, click here.
The Olympic Games ended on Sunday night, at least for a couple of weeks until the Paralympics start. We watched the Closing Ceremony with mixed feelings of joy, pride and sorrow that it’s all come to an end. It’s been hard work following all the events, but a thrilling experience nonetheless. A feeling of ‘hangover’ is predicted to sweep the nation over the next couple of days, until life returns to normal. We’ll see about that.
On a personal level, we’re planning to spend the two weeks (until the Paralympians take central stage) enjoying the rest of our holiday and reflecting on the Games gone. The 30th Olympic Games were all about inspiring a generation, and I think they’ve done it successfully. Our own daughter has been swimming for hours every day and is planning her own Olympic career for the years to come. If all the kids in this country and all over the world are doing the same, the future of sports is looking bright.
All this is very nice but, since this is a dog blog, you’re probably wondering about the whippet… Has he been inspired by all this sporting holiday frenzy? The answer is ‘yes’ and ‘no’. George being George, he’s stuck in his routine and not very flexible when it comes to any major changes to his day. So he’s been running along the same paths, playing the same games, eating the same food and going to bed at the same time every day.
But there has been some improvement. We’ve taken him for more walks around the countryside, which has opened up a whole world of new smells for him. Whilst out and about, he’s made more doggy friends than ever. Thanks to the nice weather, he’s also been able to lie in the sun undisturbed – in his favourite camping chair – allowing his human sister to immortalise him in a work of art for the family collection
However, the most adventurous thing George did in the past few weeks was to try out Brianna’s latest food discovery: Marmite crisps! The initial hesitant sniff was followed by a little lick with the top of his tongue, just to see what this brown, yeasty stuff was all about. The next second, the Marmite-smudged crisp was gone and the whippet was licking his lips.
Although I had the camera ready in my hand, this is the best photo I managed to take. It took five attempts (i.e. five crisps) and I still missed the eating bit. He seems to really like Marmite… Who would have thought?
It’s about time I published something short and sweet, and Wednesday seems to be the best day for it… After all, it’s Wordless Wednesday, remember?
So here are a couple of pictures of my two kids chilling on the sofa one cool, rainy and uneventful evening.
There wasn’t anything special about that evening, but watching Brianna play on her DS with George cuddled up in her arms filled my heart with joy. Once again, it was a good reminder that it’s the little things that can make us the happiest.