The humans called it my “cookie dance.” It was probably more like a case of the biscuit DTs. But whatever you call it, it worked. We were speaking the same language and life was good.
There have also been some other, more unsettling changes in the hood. Odd, menacing creatures have moved into some of our neighbors’ yards and my humans seem oblivious to their presence.
By Georgie Gurl Long before there was ever a Georgie Gurl, there was another dog named Eli. He was a terrier, like me, but his ancestors were from the Scottish Highlands, an entire sea apart from the green countryside of Ireland where my canine forefathers rollicked and roamed. His fur was as white as snow, […]
By Georgie Gurl PARIS—Sometimes, when the world goes a little over the top, I have to find my happy place. This week, that place was Paris—or more specifically, The Louvre. See that stunning piece of artwork? That’s the Mona Lisa—and that’s me, Georgie Gurl, soaking it all in. I’m pretty sure I overheard someone say […]
By Georgie Gurl I still remember the first time I ever set eyes on our strange, long-legged neighbors. I was just a wee pup then, enjoying the crunch of the warm St. Augustine grass under my paws and carefully selecting the perfect spot to do my business and earn my treat. But as the rising […]