Georgie was a blur of white fluff and sheer indignation. We were at the park, and a particularly enthusiastic golden retriever, mistaking her for a particularly robust squeaky toy, had just nudged her with its nose. Georgie, who weighs less than a well-hydrated chihuahua, crumpled dramatically. My heart seized. Then, the golden, realizing its mistake,…
Georgie was a blur of white fluff and sheer indignation. We were at the park, and a particularly enthusiastic golden retriever, mistaking her for a particularly robust squeaky toy, had just nudged her with its nose. Georgie, who weighs less than a well-hydrated chihuahua, crumpled dramatically. My heart seized. Then, the golden, realizing its mistake,…
I swear, Georgie had a phase where every single toy I bought for her lasted precisely eight minutes before being decapitated, disemboweled, or otherwise rendered unrecognizable. It was less of a toy collection and more of a crime scene. Plushies, rubber balls, ropes – you name it, she’d turn it into a fluffy, squeaky nightmare….
I swear, Georgie had a phase where every single toy I bought for her lasted precisely eight minutes before being decapitated, disemboweled, or otherwise rendered unrecognizable. It was less of a toy collection and more of a crime scene. Plushies, rubber balls, ropes – you name it, she’d turn it into a fluffy, squeaky nightmare….
I swear, Georgie had a phase where every single toy I bought for her lasted precisely eight minutes before being decapitated, disemboweled, or otherwise rendered unrecognizable. It was less of a toy collection and more of a crime scene. Plushies, rubber balls, ropes – you name it, she’d turn it into a fluffy, squeaky nightmare….
I swear, Georgie had a phase where every single toy I bought for her lasted precisely eight minutes before being decapitated, disemboweled, or otherwise rendered unrecognizable. It was less of a toy collection and more of a crime scene. Plushies, rubber balls, ropes – you name it, she’d turn it into a fluffy, squeaky nightmare….
I swear, Georgie had a phase where every single toy I bought for her lasted precisely eight minutes before being decapitated, disemboweled, or otherwise rendered unrecognizable. It was less of a toy collection and more of a crime scene. Plushies, rubber balls, ropes – you name it, she’d turn it into a fluffy, squeaky nightmare….
I swear, Georgie had a phase where every single toy I bought for her lasted precisely eight minutes before being decapitated, disemboweled, or otherwise rendered unrecognizable. It was less of a toy collection and more of a crime scene. Plushies, rubber balls, ropes – you name it, she’d turn it into a fluffy, squeaky nightmare….
One sunny afternoon, Georgie, my tiny Morkie, decided she was done with the concept of walking. We were halfway through what should have been a delightful stroll around the park when she simply sat down, dug her heels in (metaphorically, of course – her tiny paws barely make an impression), and refused to budge. A…
One sunny afternoon, Georgie, my tiny Morkie, decided she was done with the concept of walking. We were halfway through what should have been a delightful stroll around the park when she simply sat down, dug her heels in (metaphorically, of course – her tiny paws barely make an impression), and refused to budge. A…