Georgia, napping after destroying a stuffed banana.
She’s a very sweet, affectionate dog, but total bull-in-China-shop wrecking ball when she’s excited.
My girlfriend has a history of rescuing old working hounds and giving them a “retirement.” Our last was a sweet, ancient English Coonhound named Franny, who we had to put down last winter. She was, like, 83 years old I bet.
I didn’t want another dog, really, but my girl really wanted another...and we had the opportunity to foster Georgia for two weeks while she got heart worm treatment and I fell in love.
We adopted Georgia a few months ago. She’s not old, but we’re not sure how old she is exactly. Some asshole in Streetsboro, Ohio, had her and her brother, plus a cat, in a tiny cage outside with no food or water. Her previous owner was charged with animal cruelty and I hope he rots in Hell.
She’s got a nose on her! And big floppy ears that are constantly wet from being dipped into her water dish.