One Tuesday morning, I found Georgie resembling a particularly enthusiastic tumbleweed. He’d clearly attempted to excavate a badger set (or, more accurately, the neighbor’s prized petunias) and succeeded only in matting his entire underside with a sticky, reddish-brown clay. The “fluffy” aspect of his Morkie coat was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by a…
One Tuesday morning, I found Georgie resembling a particularly enthusiastic tumbleweed. He’d clearly attempted to excavate a badger set (or, more accurately, the neighbor’s prized petunias) and succeeded only in matting his entire underside with a sticky, reddish-brown clay. The “fluffy” aspect of his Morkie coat was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by a…
One Tuesday morning, I found Georgie resembling a particularly enthusiastic tumbleweed. He’d clearly attempted to excavate a badger set (or, more accurately, the neighbor’s prized petunias) and succeeded only in matting his entire underside with a sticky, reddish-brown clay. The “fluffy” aspect of his Morkie coat was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by a…
One Tuesday morning, I found Georgie resembling a particularly enthusiastic tumbleweed. He’d clearly attempted to excavate a badger set (or, more accurately, the neighbor’s prized petunias) and succeeded only in matting his entire underside with a sticky, reddish-brown clay. The “fluffy” aspect of his Morkie coat was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by a…
Last Tuesday, I found Georgie, my Morkie, tangled in a rogue tumbleweed of her own fur under the kitchen table, looking like a miniature, fluffy abominable snowman. She’d just had her annual groom a few weeks prior, and yet, there she was, a walking advertisement for the sheer volume of hair a tiny creature can…
Last Tuesday, I found Georgie, my Morkie, tangled in a rogue tumbleweed of her own fur under the kitchen table, looking like a miniature, fluffy abominable snowman. She’d just had her annual groom a few weeks prior, and yet, there she was, a walking advertisement for the sheer volume of hair a tiny creature can…
Last Tuesday, I found Georgie, my Morkie, tangled in a rogue tumbleweed of her own fur under the kitchen table, looking like a miniature, fluffy abominable snowman. She’d just had her annual groom a few weeks prior, and yet, there she was, a walking advertisement for the sheer volume of hair a tiny creature can…
Last Tuesday, I found Georgie, my Morkie, tangled in a rogue tumbleweed of her own fur under the kitchen table, looking like a miniature, fluffy abominable snowman. She’d just had her annual groom a few weeks prior, and yet, there she was, a walking advertisement for the sheer volume of hair a tiny creature can…
Last Tuesday, I found Georgie, my Morkie, tangled in a rogue tumbleweed of her own fur under the kitchen table, looking like a miniature, fluffy abominable snowman. She’d just had her annual groom a few weeks prior, and yet, there she was, a walking advertisement for the sheer volume of hair a tiny creature can…
Last Tuesday, I found Georgie, my Morkie, tangled in a rogue tumbleweed of her own fur under the kitchen table, looking like a miniature, fluffy abominable snowman. She’d just had her annual groom a few weeks prior, and yet, there she was, a walking advertisement for the sheer volume of hair a tiny creature can…