Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Posted December 22, 2012
I was five, my sister was three, and we kept begging my mom for a dog. Finally she took us to the pound and we looked at the dogs that had one day left before being euthanized. There was a young dog, approximately 6mos old with fuzzy, curly black fur and a blue tongue. She looked happy to see us and my mom let us take her home that day.
My dad was out of town and come home (surprise!) to a new dog. She loved him immediately and they bonded more than anyone else. We named her Georgette after the white fluffy dog in the cartoon movie Oliver and Co.
Our friends all thought her blue tongue was really cool. She would sit and let young kids pet her all day long. She was incredibly patient. Her tail curled up onto her back and she wiggled it whenever she saw us.
Unfortunately, she liked to take solo walks. /she could clear a six foot wall in one leap and she practiced that ability often, touring our neighborhood whenever she fancied.
When I was eleven, we moved to Arizona. That first summer, her kidneys failed. We all thought she was going to die and we sadly nursed her with IV drips and syringes. But she pulled through.
A few years later, we were out of town and my grandfather was watching the house and her and out other dog. She went for one of her walks and she never came back. My father was heart-broken.
Georgette was loud. I don't know what breed this came from but she loved to bark. Also, she hated strange dogs. She used to habitually bully a loving golden retriever who lived down the street. But she loved kids and all people, always looking for attention.
She wasn't much of a hunter, but due to her jumping ability she could catch birds. And then she would eat them, beak, feet and all.
I would advise this type of dog for small kids. She was wonderful. I just wish she hadn't run away.