Remembering George

I want to remember...

-the way George's lower lip always stuck out like he was pouting

-the way his lower lip was chapped and how I loved the way it felt

-how annoyed he would get with me when I would run my finger over his lip

-his super soft wrinkles on his forehead, that was my favorite spot to pet him

-how much he loved footballs and how totally crazy he got whenever there was one around

-how he could hear the vibration of a b-ball bouncing outside (when Joe would shoot a couple hoops) and would get all kinds of crazy until he could get outside to play with his b-ball

-how he always knew when one of his Grandmas was over (which meant at least one treat/bone and lots of love)

-how he would jump up and look out the window of the Brown Deer house when I would tell him his Dad was home

-how he would sleep on my very pregnant belly and his snores would make Madeline move all over

-his sweet happy face when he would watch me through my mom's screen door as I walked up the hill to the door

-how he would stick his nose inside Target bags looking for the packs of Chew-lottas that he knew were in there somewhere

-how he couldn't sit on wood or tiled floors because his rear leg would always slide out from under him

-the way he slept all stretched out and looked kinda like Superman in flight

-how sweet he looked all curled up on his 'bed' (aka the loveseat that had his pillow and handmade by Teri quilt)

-his crazy loud snoring

-his sweet puppy face, that never really went away no matter how old he got

-how he and I would cuddle on the floor on the nights that Joe was at school

-how hopeful he was that one of the cats would one day be his friend

-how awesome he looked in his muscle shirts

-his velvet-like fur

-his love for us and our love for him