My, What Teeth You Have!

In the apartment directly upstairs from me, there lives a lovely family. Mom is an immigrant from Ireland, and she has two wonderful children, a boy and a girl, who she has enrolled in all sorts of activities. Besides playing basketball and soccer for their grammar school< the kids play for a Gaelic Athletic Association affiliated league. The kids compete in Gaelic football and hurling/camogie. For the past two Saturdays, the kids have had all-day tournaments, so mom asked me if I could let the family dog out in the middle of the day so he could pee.

Georgie is a wee little terrier mix, about the size of my beloved Ginger. He's a cute little fuzzball:

Being a terrier, he's got a bit of a fierce streak... His idea of play is to fetch a ball, and then to viciously maul it in front of you, biting into it and shaking it until you distract him with another toy, say a short length of rope with afraid not. Here's a picture of his handiwork:

Look at those choppers, getting ready to sink into that poor, abused soccer ball as soon as I move to snatch it up and throw it across the yard. I'm glad he likes me!