further tales of George

A couple of weeks ago we were walking George in the local woods and as you know he likes to meet the local wildlife.
There was a man with two dogs, but he wasn't walking his dogs.
The dogs were just sitting nearby, waiting.
Because the man was busy walking his crow.
Yes, that was CROW.

part 3 of the Tales...

..in which George meets the local wildlife.
there are no hedgehogs in Canada so he didn't really know what to make of the spiny little thing on a walk the other night. It was sat there in the middle of the pavement and did it's trademark thing of curling up in a ball rather than play whatever game it was that George wanted to play.
We walked on a bit, but George did his trademark move of planting himself and refusing to move. So we turned around, but blimey the little blighters can move fast when they want to.
It was half way down the street. With that sort of speed you'd think they would just cross the road instead of just letting cars run them over.
The other British fauna that George has met is a chav. Obviously I didn't let him get as close to the chav as to the hedgehog.

tales of the George part 2 in which I finally get a job offer

After over 2 years of fruitless job searching here in Toronto, the decision has been made to return to (his) Old Country.
We moved over 3000 miles once we can do it again.
I just can't get a job here unless I completely re-train from the very start. This I just don't want to do for many reasons- it's insulting to have to go do a course here to in something I have 15 years experience in, it makes no financial sense to pay 10 - 15 thousand dollars for said course only to get a job which pays 35 thousand, and mostly, I just don't want to.

My first job offer here came the other day while out walking the Georgester.
That dog really is the friendliest dog ever, anyone shows even a hint of interest in him and he is all over them. Which is what happened the other day. Danforth Avenue Man said hello to him and because George went over to him straight away and is 'such a happy dog' - (Danforth Avenue Man's words) I was offered a job walking his dog.
Maybe I should take George to all my interviews....

Tales of the George, part 1

The citizen has mentioned that we got a dog. That's him, George.

He is a small part of my reason for not blogging as he likes a lot of attention.

On a recent late-night walk (about 2.30am)we passed a group of about 5 lads. One of them looked at George and said 'Hello fluffster'.

I looked at the speaker, raised my eyebrows and said 'Fluffster?'

The guy, let's call him Gerald, replied ' I just took a wild guess'.

We walked on.