Georgie

Dogs aren’t for everyone.

They bark, they smell, they seek, they destroy and they have a never-ending appetite.

You need time for a pup. Time usually reserved for raiding the fridge, watching Simpsons re-runs and plotting against people who refuse to give the ‘thankyou wave’ when driving.

Dogs need exercise, they need attention, they need food and from my recent experiences, they also need socks, lots of socks.

Only a dog owner knows the fear of seeing one shoe where there should be two.

Only a dog owner can look past poo where there should never be poo and continue on living.

When you add it all up, logic tells you not to bother. But, logic and I get along like my Nonno and the English language – rarely on the same page.

So, I give you the story of the newest member of the family.

Five months ago, my sister and I found ourselves in the home of a Beagle breeder. After all of three seconds, we decided we wanted one.

So, the breeder pointed us in the direction of the boy pups and we picked one, naming him George.

After 24 hours of dog-proofing the house and listening to the pup cry and cry and cry, we got an interesting call from our breeder.


“All of our boy pups are still here. I think you have a girl.”

Upon checking, we found that George was indeed a girl.

Why did we not check beforehand you ask? Well, it turns out I’m an idiot.

In hindsight, I should have seen the signs. The complaining in the car on the way home, the confident strut into the kitchen, her inability to parallel park..

So George quickly became Georgie and, like all women, has gone about stamping her authority around the home.

Sure, I’m amazed at her ability to complain, find things to destroy and jump directly into my nether regions on a daily basis, but the pup has her bonuses.

There is something to be said for coming home and seeing someone there so excited to see you, their whole body shakes.

Georgie has been a breath of fresh air to a family that, let’s face it, was kind of getting bored with our last addition - my sister.

She fetches, she sits, she shakes hands and if we can get her to bark on command, she will have contributed more to society than Paris Hilton.

Having someone to sit next to in the sunroom and listen to my many tales of woe is refreshing.

Georgie agrees with me about all the big issues on life, she barracks for Collingwood and not once has she teased my receding hair line.

Dogs aren’t for everyone, but this one suits us just fine.