George has always loved dogs. GiGi, whom he writes about in this blog, is a rescue adopted from a shelter near him. His book GiGi – If Dogs Could Talk – A True Story is based on their initial meeting at the shelter, and tells of how things unfolded throughout her first few days in her new home with George and Myrna.
He strongly supports rescue/shelter programs, and urges anyone looking for a forever best friend to consider adoption over purchasing from breeders. With neglected, abandoned, and abused dogs being dumped daily at shelters all around the world, at no fault of their own, let’s give them a home – a second chance at life with a wonderful family.
Here’s George’s short blog about his best buddy, GiGi.
In my life there are many faces to look at. First, there is the beautiful face of Myrna Odwak who I live with, and have lived with for more than eleven years. For writing purposes, I don’t want to start naming faces of family and friends. My gosh - there are so many beautiful faces in the world that I would need forty or fifty pages to name all of them!
There is another face other than Myrna’s that I see in my house, and I tend to stare at her face more intently - I think - than I do at Myrna’s or anyone else’s. That face - and her eyes - belong to my dog, GiGi.
Yes, I know - everyone who has a pet dog or cat… or horse or any other animal can say the same thing. But, I am mesmerized by GiGi’s eyes.
She is really my dog, not Myrna’s. When I am home she is mine. Wherever I go, GiGi goes. She follows me around like a magnet. I wish I could talk to her. I would ask her if she is following me around only because she thinks I will feed her, or take her with me when I leave the house for errands.
I don’t know, but when I look down at her large brown eyes we seem to talk to each other. I wrote a book about GiGi. The name of the book is GiGi - If Dogs Could Talk. I know that in past writings of mine I have often stated that I wish our pets could talk. They do talk - with their eyes and their expressions of happiness or sadness. GiGi’s tail gives her away. When that tail is wagging I know she is one happy dog, no matter what we are doing!
I play a lot with GiGi. I have a white and orange plastic throwing stick; in the end of the stick is room for her little plastic ball. As soon as I go to her portion of our closet, and as soon as I put my hand on the stick, she knows that we are going to play catch.
You all know what she immediately does, don’t you? GiGi barks for joy and continues to bark until we get into the car. And even then she continues to bark until we get to the open field where we can play! You would think she’d stop barking - no, not GiGi! I need to get out of my car and make the first throw of the day. Her barking then stops, and she starts running after the ball in order to retrieve it and bring it back to me for another throw!
I think GiGi can count. I throw the ball out in the field about eighteen or nineteen times. I keep counting, hoping she gets to twenty. But, by eighteen or nineteen throws she is tired. Her first retrieval is quite fast. My, oh my - can that little white poodle of mine run! But by the eighteenth or nineteenth throw, she is breathing hard. She comes back toward me and then, with the ball in her mouth, heads for the car. She is done! She wants to get home, jump out of the car and into the house where she will race for her bowl of water. We have all heard the term ‘dogs are creatures of habit’ - yup, that is my GiGi… a creature of habit.
As soon as we get up in the morning, Gigi waits for me patiently at our bedroom door. She knows I have to get dressed, brush my teeth, and all the rest. She is ready for her walk, and her eyes talk to me again. “Hurry up, George, I have to pee and poop!” She reminds me with her eyes that, like me, there are body essentials that need to be taken care of!
Gigi is about six-years-old. I feed her twice a day; in the morning and at night when we are ready to make dinner for ourselves, or if we are going out someplace for dinner. Lately, she hasn’t been eating in the morning, at least not when I put her food bowl in front of her. She always jumps at her food at night. But my little creature of habit knows that her food bowl will be there when she is ready to eat. Her eyes and her face tell me ‘thanks’ for feeding her!
My little story about GiGi’s eyes was not written to be a book, only written to get a small smile from readers. And along with the smile comes an understanding that - yes - all dog lovers, as well as owners of other pets, have the same experiences. I was in the mood to write something about GiGi’s eyes, so I did!
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