Hi! My name is Georgia, although I vaguely remember some people who found me in Georgia, calling me Julie. I was very young and scared and hungry. I never really had any people friends, only dog friends, so I’m really, really shy around new people. I like people, don’t get me wrong, but I just have trouble believing they won’t hurt me, so please be patient with me.
I love my family! I don’t remember having a family of people before. All I remember is being lost for a long time and only having dog friends to sleep with. The people who found me sent me and my friends far away where we all had baths and met our new families. At first, I was really scared of my Mom, but she took me home and that’s when I met my Dad, Nikki, Corey and of course, Zima. They are so nice to me and really, really love me! At first, I forgot how to go to the bathroom outside and was afraid to go up the stairs into the house, but my Mom and Dad were very patient with me. Zima, however, didn’t understand why I was in “her” house, and wasn’t very nice to me. Mom said she had to share her toys with me, but when she wasn’t looking, Zima would steal them from me. Since I was tied up and Zima was not, I was left without any toys to play with. Boy, would my Mom get mad at Zima. I felt bad for Zima, but I really wanted to play with toys and she should have listened to Mom. But I showed Zima how cute I could be and that I really liked playing with her, and she finally started playing with me. Usually, she greets me with a growl, but I just ignore her, because I know she loves me. Who wouldn’t? I have to try to contain my energy around Zima because she hurt her leg while chasing mice and other interesting things, and I think she’s old enough to be my mother, so she has trouble keeping up with me. It doesn’t matter, because she’s my b.f.f.
P.S. Don’t listen to Zima, she’s jealous of me. I will be a winery dog someday!