Potty Training a Morkie Puppy: Georgie’s Journey to Success (Part 4)
One Tuesday morning, at precisely 6:17 AM, Georgie, then a fluffy, adorable four-pound torpedo of mischief, decided my vintage Persian rug was, in fact, an oversized pee pad. My sleepy groan was met with a wagging tail and an innocent, “Who, me?” look that could melt glaciers. This, dear readers, was just one of many…