Let me tell you, there are two kinds of dog owners: those who think a tiny dog like my Morkie, Georgie, is a furry little oven, and those who have witnessed the pure, unadulterated *betrayal* in their small dog’s eyes when their delicate paws hit a freezing sidewalk. I, my friends, am firmly in the…
Let’s talk about the unspeakable. The thing no pet parent wants to whisper, let alone shout from the rooftops. Fleas. Specifically, the time my precious little Morkie, Georgie, had them. Oh, the horror! He was just a year old, a fluffy, eight-pound bundle of joy and puppy energy. One afternoon, I noticed him scratching a…
Let’s talk about the unspeakable. The thing no pet parent wants to whisper, let alone shout from the rooftops. Fleas. Specifically, the time my precious little Morkie, Georgie, had them. Oh, the horror! He was just a year old, a fluffy, eight-pound bundle of joy and puppy energy. One afternoon, I noticed him scratching a…
Let’s talk about the unspeakable. The thing no pet parent wants to whisper, let alone shout from the rooftops. Fleas. Specifically, the time my precious little Morkie, Georgie, had them. Oh, the horror! He was just a year old, a fluffy, eight-pound bundle of joy and puppy energy. One afternoon, I noticed him scratching a…
Let’s talk about the unspeakable. The thing no pet parent wants to whisper, let alone shout from the rooftops. Fleas. Specifically, the time my precious little Morkie, Georgie, had them. Oh, the horror! He was just a year old, a fluffy, eight-pound bundle of joy and puppy energy. One afternoon, I noticed him scratching a…
Ah, the leash. A simple strip of material that holds so much power. In the world of Dr. Georgie, my esteemed Morkie overlord, the leash is a necessary evil. He tolerates it, mostly. His official stance, if you were to ask him (which I do, daily, usually while he’s mid-sniff of a particularly fascinating lamppost),…
Ah, the leash. A simple strip of material that holds so much power. In the world of Dr. Georgie, my esteemed Morkie overlord, the leash is a necessary evil. He tolerates it, mostly. His official stance, if you were to ask him (which I do, daily, usually while he’s mid-sniff of a particularly fascinating lamppost),…
Ah, the leash. A simple strip of material that holds so much power. In the world of Dr. Georgie, my esteemed Morkie overlord, the leash is a necessary evil. He tolerates it, mostly. His official stance, if you were to ask him (which I do, daily, usually while he’s mid-sniff of a particularly fascinating lamppost),…
Ah, the leash. A simple strip of material that holds so much power. In the world of Dr. Georgie, my esteemed Morkie overlord, the leash is a necessary evil. He tolerates it, mostly. His official stance, if you were to ask him (which I do, daily, usually while he’s mid-sniff of a particularly fascinating lamppost),…
You know Georgie, my magnificent morkie, right? He’s all fluff, sass, and about eight pounds of pure, unadulterated joy. But beneath that adorable, slightly perpetually surprised expression lies a truth that all small dog owners eventually have to face: tiny mouths mean big dental problems. It’s a cruel irony of the universe that the smallest,…