This is a story about a pooch with a purpose. This is MY story. My name is George, which you so kindly bestowed upon me. I like it; it's a strong name with sentimental ties to Bernadette.
I won't start at the beginning of my life, but rather the middle. I'm sure you're not interested in fluff & stuff, stitching, etc. My first memory of my current owner is of him leisurely picking me up along with several other stuffed animals. He seemed like a nice guy, so I thought I would give it all I got for a chance to have someone love me. I made direct eye contact, crossed my paws for "good luck" and before I knew it, I had a new home -- or so I thought!
