This is George Washington. He was the first pup to get a name, and got us on the famous men/women name kick. George got his name because at about 6 weeks, he always stood out with an extra curly furry mop of hair on his head, that reminded Caleb, my son, of the pictures of George Washington. Little did we know that he got that very mop of hair because Quincy was spending extra time licking him and slicking his hair in crazy directions. It must have been an extra maternal sense she had, because the next day George broke out with juvenile cellulitis, or puppy strangles. Sounds terrible, but it is a skin problem, with no genetic roots, or bacterial or environmental causes. Just one of those things. Actually the breeds most susceptible to it are retrievers and Gordon Setters. So why our little George got it, we'll never know. But after some careful observation, and some aggressive medications, he is looking new again. Now, I don't know if it was the episode of cellulitis that brought this out in him, but George has to be the most special pup of the litter. He has an uncanny desire to be with people. To the point that if all the puppies are nursing, George would rather not, just to be with someone. Sometimes, when all the pups are playing outside, and I am out there watching their antics, George just sits by my feet, watching me. I do think sometimes, and I tell him this, that he seems human. He has a true heart of gold in that little black package of fur. Everyone loves George. He is not for sale until he gets his last round of meds, then he will be ready for the special home.
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