Waiting For His Day

George (left) wanting to play

sometimes George has the capacity to break your heart.

He's a sweet little soul, that much is undeniable, but when the two Welsh terriers roughhouse together, he is always over looked by them, like the fat kid always was before the fit kids chose their own teams for games

For years Meg and William have chased and played and fought together like puppies and for years George has stood all eager and hopeful on the sidelines desperate to be able to join in and never quite obtaining the permission to do so.
Such are the odd rules of the home pack.
From the second George arrived he has never ever been promoted from the lowest rung of the pecking order ladder ...which must be a huge bummer as even the hens have a higher status and more confidence than he has.
He cannot be fed before the others, he seldom is allowed to sit on your knee without being turfed off by the alphas and even when he lines up to have his lead attached, he has to wait until the others go first.

If Bwthyn-y- llan. was Downton Abbey....unfortunately George would be lumpy old Daisy, the scullery maid.