Most of the members who read this blog have no idea why they are here, or what George is. George is an egotistical basset hound familiar. In real life, George is a collection of scenes recalled from my rescue dog, Quark. Quark was a rather unique springer spaniel. From stealing a ball from Joe Montana in River Falls (and getting me in a ton of trouble), to breaking out of my house to come to the Greenhouse I managed on the Campus of UW-RF to snore and steal my students lunches, Quark was a handful. His decision to bring home a friend, a boy, because every dog needs his boy, led us to fostering an 8 year old Joey. Quark found human bones, and his accomplice in crime, Charm, climbed trees. It was an interesting time.
True Facts in the George Knows Chronicles.