Georgia Jean, the Jelly Bean

Georgia Jean

Notice how purposefully Arcy is ignoring Georgia's presence on the couch? Can you hear her saying, "What is she doing up here? This is MY couch." Georgia really doesn't care. She wanted to sit on the couch. So there.

Georgia trying out her new bed from Costco. Ended up being way too fluffy. It expelled her onto the floor, hence we turned in around backwards as it is here. Finally gave it to the "small" husky that moved into our house.

Georgia Jean, the terrier cross from the Humane Society. At 14, she is what people might call "senior" but she prefers to use the term "experienced." She's a wise one, doesn't get to worried about things, and watches Arcy with scorn as she goes about her manic ways.

Georgia modelling her new coat for Boise, before leaving. She thought it was high time she had clothes.

Suffering, in the midst of moving chaos.

Georgia has perfected the concerned look and raised eyebrow. If you have seen any of the Wallace and Grommet movies, she is Grommet. My brother, Stuart, says that she suffers quietly and uses guilt to her advantage. Deep sighs, insistence on staying in an uncomfortable position or refusing comfort, ignoring your words. Gets her a lot of attention, especially by extended family and guests. In all honesty, she does have health issues that keep her feeling down, now, but even when she was young, she'd play the suffering victim.

Supervising while I put the flooring back in place.

Luckily she is also a happy, happy puppy at times, running around gleefully, yodelling for her dinner, and begging for a walk. When we go for a walk, she trots along, all business and seriousness, like she's on a mission. It is that purposeful trot that caught my eye when I met her at the Humane Society. That, and she yodeled at me when I asked her who's dog she was...

OMG cute. You should see those ears flap when she runs.

Here she is, the flying nun, practicing her winter survival skills back home, before leaving for Boise! Thanks Stuart, for finding the photo. :)

As a youngster, she had the job of playing straight-man to Arcy's insanity. Arcy had a gazillion toys, and was quite possessive of them. Being a herd dog, it was Arcy's herd, I guess. We would watch as Georgia would quietly, surreptitiously, trot over, take one of Arcy's toys, and trot off with it, head held high like a mighty hunter. Arcy wouldn't know what to do. She ran in circles around Georgia, barking. Georgia ignored her. She ran to get another toy, and blitzed past Georgia, trying to tempt her away. Georgia ignored her. Arcy lay down next to Georgia, staring at the toy. Georgia got up and trotted off to another area.

Despite Arcy's controlling nature, it was actually the stubborn terrier who had the real power. lol.

Thank goodness her rug came when we moved.

Georgia was also the sneaky instigator in many escapades. We thought the foraging on the asparagus bed was Arcy's doing, but who did we catch in the box, under the netting? Yep. Georgia. Who stole potatoes out of the garden? Who convinced Arcy that there were gophers in the carrot bed, so she'd dig up carrots for them to eat? We figure the mastermind behind most of the daring doggie deeds was the little dog with the busy eyebrows.

Georgia has a penchant for blankies. Loves to be wrapped up, cozied up. Her uncle, Stuart, loves to wrap her up. they make a good pair.

I am very glad Georgia has been able to join me on this Boise venture. She is exploring a whole new world, and it has brought a bit of a spring back into her step, which had been missing back home.

Georgia likes to have "capes" too, which are just blankies that she walks around with. Arcy thought she'd try one. Kept tripping over it. Georgia says it takes practice to have such style and charm.