So my name is George. I live with my mother at the Green View apartments. She elderly, but very kind. She always takes me on long walks at the park, and after that we go to Clare's for lunch. Clare is my mom's best friend. I like to go over there to play with my friend Sassy. She's an odd dog. Well, at least I think she's a dog. I don't really know what to think of her, I like her a lot, but sometimes I get the vibe that she doen't like me. When I try to sniff and kiss her, she arches up her back and makes this weird hissing sound. And after she's had enough love from me, she gives me the buisness, and I mean buisness. Anyways, enough about Sassy, let's talk about my diet. Usually my mom gives me dry dog food and sometimes puts the mushy kind on it.... that's my favorite, but my favorite person in the world is Whitney. She lets me ride in her big silver machine, and sometimes, when mom's not looking, she gives me all the food she doesn't like under the table. I guess I got it pretty good, but sometimes I get swatted with a rolled up news paper. It doesn't really hurt, it just shockes me enough to make me stop. One time mom was gone and her closet was open and I found this really great chew toy. It was leather, and man it tasted good. I had it good until mom came home only to find that her shoe was basicly gone. I don't know, she was saying something about it was expensive or something...whatever that means. Boy did I get it good. But anyways, thats my life as a dog, and I'm perfectly okay with that.
