Geordie's Blog – February 2014 Archive (10)

Mommy forgot to shut

The bathroom door

Where the roll of TP

Hangs so close to the floor.…

In the past week, the subject of brushing your dogs teeth has come up several times among friends.  These days, I tell myself that the reason I do it is for my dog’s health.  Thinking about it,  however, started to bring up long-buried memories of why I really brush Bitey’s teeth…

Prior to Geordie, my family had a dog, and in all his years we never brushed…

(If you look closely, you can see that Geordie has tucked himself into bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin.)

Before the surprise arrival of Geordie, I had been doing a lot of volunteer work for the Armed Forces.  I did everything from knit camo scarves and black wool socks that went to Afghanistan to helping to put together Back Packs for Iraq and even made special patriotic quilts that were given to injured soldiers…

For those of us caught in the recent snow...

For our pups who are too short to see over snow drifts.

For those poor unfortunates who suffer from “snowballs”.…

Since my last story was a sad one, I wanted to tell something funny here today.  Now, unfortunately, I am not allowed to type the actual, mildly naughty word I want, so I will use the fun, alternative word, "kerfuffle".  (What I really want to say rhymes with "darts")

One time when Geordie and I were with my folks, my Dad came over and tapped me on the arm and asked, "Do you know what those are?" pointing to some stuffing from one of Geordie's toys that had…

If you are a terrier-lover, then you would generally say that your dog has a “strong prey drive”.  If you are frustrated by terriers, you would label them as having “no self-restraint”.  Geordie typically demonstrated both in great abundance in school.  As others would be trying to walk past doing their exercises, he would bark at the top of his shrill voice and try to give chase.  While most were amused by his antics, his barking and tendency to try to get in another dog’s face didn’t go…

I had a rocky beginning with Puppy Geordie.  There was plenty of biting and tantrums but not as much learning as I had hoped. The local obedience school accepted puppies as young as six months old, but I sneaked and got him in at five.  I  had never taken a dog to school before, and I naively thought the classes themselves would help with my problems.  Ha! Taking a troublesome terrierist to obedience classes, however, will provide  you with many opportunities to be embarrassed by your dog…

How People See the World:

How Geordie Sees the World:

火

Well, Geordie did it again today, with another of his "chocolate creations".  Instead of saying:   三  (3) like he usually does, today he spelled out the word for "fire" (火).  So far, we have "old" and "fire". Either that, or it was a bass…

This morning, the neighbors must have thought me a bit “touched” as I stood in the front yard, laughing.  For whatever reason, Geordie managed to poo the Chinese word for “old” (lao) in the snow.  Not “fortune”.  Not “happiness”.  Old.  Happy Year of the Horse to us, eh?

I wonder, though, do I have a little Charlotte on my hands?  Perhaps tomorrow he will tell me I am “some…