Not anymore. George left us last month. No more biting my feet as I slept, no more pissing in random bags/kits/purses left open, no more pissing in random shoes, no more pissing on the bathroom floor beside a clean litter box, no more chasing the 90lb dog from his bed, no more biting the dogs in their sleep, no more friends arriving and making sure George wasn't present before they'd enter, no more vet visits where they had to call in extra staff to handle him. All that said, he did have his own je ne sais quoi, a style of his own, both endearing and maddening.

No condolences required, he was that one most challenging rescue. The exception that tests the rule.

Peace, Mooh.