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I have news. This is George. He’s 10 week old miniature pinscher mix. He was homeless and had parvo. I agreed to foster him two weeks ago. And now he is my dog.
He is bold and brave and he huge big green eyes.
He had a tough start with a few other infections as well and it was unclear if he would live but now he’s perfectly fine and raring to go.
He is up to almost 6 pounds now. And even though he is a fearless warrior in the house he is still a big baby on walks.
I have been so sad since Pirate died in October. I did not feel ready for another dog. I agreed to foster him because he was sick and needed somewhere to go ASAP. I still felt unsure about keeping him for a week. But my life is better with him in it so he’s staying.
He is named George because I found out about him the night of the Georgia senate races. He goes by Georgie, Georgie Bear, and George E. Bear—but I’m sure he’ll develop a million more nicknames over time. He says hello.
Sorry for all the typos in the above thread. Trying to type while a puppy bites your hands is...
Audio
molly: hey George. (George whines a little).
molly: What’s going on? (George stops).
molly: You don’t want to walk.
molly: hey George. (George whines a little).
molly: What’s going on? (George stops).
molly: You don’t want to walk.
