But this is an old chair. And it's in the study. And he has been poorly. And he'll soon be too big. And, anyway, I wasn't there. Younger Son took this photo.
We took George back to the vet this afternoon. She wanted to make sure the treatment was working and he wasn't in any danger of getting blockages. I was able to report that he'd not been sick since the night before and that he LOVES chicken. He's never going to want to eat ordinary dog food again. When I was getting his lunch today he made more noise than you would have thought possible for a tiny puppy. He was very excited.
There was a large black dog in the vet's waiting room. Everyone was waiting for him. To be sick. His owners had got home and found that he and his brown brother had got into the living room and eaten a bag of chocolates. The vet gave them stuff to make them sick. And it turned out that the black dog was innocent: all the chocolate had been eaten by the chocolate-brown brother. Talk about the sins of the brother.
A couple of people have asked, 'Why George?' Well, no real reason. Younger Son, Husband and I had spent some time arguing about names and George was the only one on which we could all agree.
It took Husband and me six weeks to agree on Younger Son's name so George was settled on quite quickly in comparison.
Did I mention that I could get boring?