George, the Scottish terrier is often seen as the " poor relation" amongst the dog pack
It has to be said that he is the lowest in the pecking order
He IS the least demanding of all of the house pets
And he is the one that has never caused us any concern in the seven years he has been with us
He is the dog version of the boy next door.
Yesterday, I took the dogs for a walk on the railway line in Dyserth
And as usual I let George wander off on his own as I took the other dogs on their leads along the walkway.
After a short time we came across a group of a dozen or so elderly men with learning difficulties , who were out walking hand in hand with their carers, and after we passed them I looked back to check what George was up to
Amid a chorus of friendly chatter ( but no attempts at physical contact) the Scottish terrier was obviously enjoying himself, and from 25 yards in front , I watched as the group ambled forward with George trotting energetically in the middle of them, head up, tail wagging, and mouth smiling.
The men around him chatted away to him about nothing as they walked, and with typical good nature he bounced along , savouring the banter
It was a moment that would give you a small lump in the throat if you saw it.
It was almost as though George knew that he was amongst friends
It has to be said that he is the lowest in the pecking order
He IS the least demanding of all of the house pets
And he is the one that has never caused us any concern in the seven years he has been with us
He is the dog version of the boy next door.
Yesterday, I took the dogs for a walk on the railway line in Dyserth
And as usual I let George wander off on his own as I took the other dogs on their leads along the walkway.
After a short time we came across a group of a dozen or so elderly men with learning difficulties , who were out walking hand in hand with their carers, and after we passed them I looked back to check what George was up to
Amid a chorus of friendly chatter ( but no attempts at physical contact) the Scottish terrier was obviously enjoying himself, and from 25 yards in front , I watched as the group ambled forward with George trotting energetically in the middle of them, head up, tail wagging, and mouth smiling.
The men around him chatted away to him about nothing as they walked, and with typical good nature he bounced along , savouring the banter
It was a moment that would give you a small lump in the throat if you saw it.
It was almost as though George knew that he was amongst friends











