GeorgeT. Pup, Poo Pup, Georgie Pup, Monkey, Pooper D. Pup.



He had JUST celebrated his 12th birthday, and although when we started to see that

he's a little slower and a LOT grouchier than he used to be,

Michele could NEVER have ASKED  for a better companion.

In NO way was I looking for a POODLE when we went out that July  4th so many years ago.

I wanted a REAL dog.

And instead, when we got to the shelter with all the Huskies, and terriers and Labrodors,

this big fat roly poly ball of fuzz comes wandering out between the legs of the others.

Michele scooped him up, he licked her nose and they BOTH laughed.

I took out my checkbook and asked "how much"

It was like that EVER since!

I  asked the Vet if it ever gets any easier, and he said that after 30 years

if it DID, he would start to worry about himself.

But it was just after my birthday in '09 that God made it pretty obvious

that George was needed elsewhere.

Whatever YOUR belief system is, we like to picture Geeorge up on that couch in Heaven.

Sitting between Dad and Louie. Two MORE of his favorite people.

We love you buddy!