And the Award for the Smartest Dog Goes to...George?

I know, I'm still stunned that the words "George" and "smartest" could be combined in the same phrase. For those of you who know him, you are still scratching your head because you realize George barely even made the canine designation in the classification system. Sweet as he can be, but not very bright. And whipped, oh how that poor lone male is dominated by 2 of the 3 females who cohabitate with him. So with the very cold night approaching yesterday, I made sure Doug got some wheat straw once and for all. At the old house we let them in the shed and put down either wheat straw or cedar shavings. At the new house there is an old greenhouse lean to on the shop that has been designated for them. Except they didn't get that memo. And they are not utilizing the 2 dog houses. What a bunch of weirdos. So Doug goes out there and spreads it out in their shelter and then calls them in. Lucy burrows through like a mole, then LEAVES. He picked Ava up and put her in there, and her uber bitchy self growled at him and ran out. Molly, naturally, watched all this from the safety of 5 feet away. But good ole George got in there and did the turnaround before bedding down in the warm wheat straw for the night. Alone. I think I heard him sigh and whisper "heaven."