George Albert was a year old on February 27th. His middle name is Albert after Einstein, because he is the smartest dog I have ever had. When he was two months old I stumbled on him while we were out walking and broke his right rear femur. It healed and then when he was 5 1/2 months old he jumped out of somebodies arms and broke it again. Poor little guy has had a rough first year. He made it through and taught me about living, loving, and living in the moment. This little guy loves everybody he still loves the Vet. and he loves everything. His fur is as soft as silk and he loves to be pet. He is friendly and out going, loves his big sister Chloe, and I am head over heals for this little guy.