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Another George Story.......
Hope all is well with you and that y'all have received more rain than us. Mr. George is still up to his funny antics and I thought I would share his latest with you. We went to the movies Saturday night and got home around 10 p.m. We usually leave a light on for George and Gracie but forgot that night (but I had left the TV on for them like I always do) so it was pretty dark when we pulled in to the garage. We don't lock the door from the garage into the house because when we close the garage door the house is secure. Anyway, when we pulled in to the garage and our lights shined on the door (which is glass on the top half) there was Mr. George (as usual) standing on his hind legs, smiling, and eagerly waiting for us to get out and come in to the house. Just as we approached the door, we heard "click". George had hit the deadbolt with his big ole' paw and locked us out. Now I know what you are thinking. Just use your key and go on inside. That sounds simple enough except remember we just recently underwent a remodel on the house and not all of the locks are "keyed" the same. (I'm still planning on replacing the front door.) We began trying the keys we could find but none were fitting the back/garage door. Mind you, I'm laughing the whole time at how funny this all is. I'm not sure if David found it quite as humorous. So, I started going around the outside of house (using my phone as a "flashlight") window to window, and door to door. Now understand that living out in the country where we live it is VERY dark. So, each and every time I shined my phone light in to the house, there that big black and white face would be smiling back at me. Oh, I just know he was thinking, "Now, THIS is a fun game, Mom!" I finally made my way around to the front door (which also has a partial glass front) and shined my "light" inside. And, of course, there he was standing upright looking out at me, nub wiggling 90 mph. Woo hoo! That key worked and I got inside. He and Gracie were happy, happy, happy to see us.
Only, George would lock his parents out of there own house!
He is loving the summer and our grandkids and friends coming over to swim. He is the official four legged life guard! Anyone who jumps in the pool had better be ready to be "rescued". I just tell anyone who swims to be prepared to be "saved". He still loves his float and has learned how to climb up onto it by himself and float around like he rules the roost. Everyone just cracks up at him...especially me. Now, my sweetie, Gracie wants to join him but is still not sure about venturing out past the tanning shelf of the pool. I just tell people she'd rather sit on the edge and enjoy a cocktail and be charming. But, we do plan to see if when we are both in the pool we can entice her to venture out a little further. I even think I will try putting the inflatable ring (the one we used when we had George's ears done) on her because they actually work like a "floatie". I know she can swim because she has on a couple of occasions, but I think it might make her feel a little more secure until she is sure of herself. Anyway, I've taken up enough of your time. Just wanted to let you know again how much we love them both. They are such sweeties and constant entertainment. And, in case you were wondering, yes, they are still crazy about each other. Don't know how "pretty" their puppies may be if/when they have some but I DO know there won't be any better natured or more entertaining Boxers than these two produce.