My brother Hoody sent me a cell phone video this weekend that he took of my sister Laura and brother-in-law Jeff’s grandson, Grant. He’s learning to walk and they joked all weekend that they discovered the origins of George:
So, I would like to make it known that I’m not using a walker because I’m getting old and feeble. I’m just trying to recreate my youth. :)
My George doesn’t look nearly as entertaining as his…
Unless, of course, you add a little white dog with a mohawk to it.
Poor Riley doesn’t enjoy George all that much. It took a few tries to get this terrified look off of his face.
If you can’t tell, he’s swearing at me with his eyes.
Either that, or he’s doing his best Mr. T impression of, “I pity the fool.”
The things I put that poor dog through in the name of blogging.