Throw Back Thursday - George
George had to carry something in his mouth. He would greet me at the door when I got home and something was always in his mouth. Sometimes it was a toy, other times it was anything that was nearby: safety glasses, a shoe, an empty Fanta box. He could also communicate to me that it was time for a walk and would carry his leash in his mouth. He even tried to walk Chase by taking his attached leash and pulling him toward the door! I've discovered that it is the little things I miss now that he is gone.