We made it to the field behind our house. With some perseverance ... and bribery. 
When we got there I told George we would have adventures the like of which he had never even dreamed. He said that a field with no end and full of strange smells was quite enough adventure for one day, thank you, mummy.
And on the way back we met Marty, an eleven-month-old Scottie, and two people who thought George was gorgeous.
xx
6 comments:
Yah! George [and Fred] are my favourite names.
Cheers
This is my calling card or link"Whittereronautism"until blogger comments get themselves sorted out.
George IS gorgeous Liz. What a sweetie...
Aww - very cute. I wish I could have a Star-Trek-style blowy-up machine and make Baby Itchy dog-sized for the morning to take HER for walks.
Hang on a minute what am I saying. She can spring about ten times the length of her body, she startles at the slightest noise... I'd end up circuiting the stratosphere !!
Henry was also in my mind when it came to names, maddy.
He is, Joy, he is.
I can just see you, Gleds!
I'd love a cuddle with that gorgeous George. He's growing fast!
Pretty soon he'll be taking YOU to the fields on his walkies. :D
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