The other day, I was attempting the Herculean task of folding laundry while Georgie, my pint-sized Morkie, was in what I like to call his “pincushion phase.” Every sock that dared to dangle from my hand was an invitation for a playful, yet surprisingly sharp, nip. My favorite pair of fuzzy loungewear socks now bears…
It was a Tuesday afternoon, specifically 2:17 PM, when Georgie decided the only thing more interesting than a treat was the dust bunny lurking under the coffee table. I’d just given the “Stay” command, a command she usually honored with the stoicism of a tiny, fluffy Buddha. Not today. Today, the dust bunny beckoned, a…
It was a Tuesday afternoon, specifically 2:17 PM, when Georgie decided the only thing more interesting than a treat was the dust bunny lurking under the coffee table. I’d just given the “Stay” command, a command she usually honored with the stoicism of a tiny, fluffy Buddha. Not today. Today, the dust bunny beckoned, a…
It was a Tuesday afternoon, specifically 2:17 PM, when Georgie decided the only thing more interesting than a treat was the dust bunny lurking under the coffee table. I’d just given the “Stay” command, a command she usually honored with the stoicism of a tiny, fluffy Buddha. Not today. Today, the dust bunny beckoned, a…
It was a Tuesday afternoon, specifically 2:17 PM, when Georgie decided the only thing more interesting than a treat was the dust bunny lurking under the coffee table. I’d just given the “Stay” command, a command she usually honored with the stoicism of a tiny, fluffy Buddha. Not today. Today, the dust bunny beckoned, a…
It was a Tuesday afternoon, specifically 2:17 PM, when Georgie decided the only thing more interesting than a treat was the dust bunny lurking under the coffee table. I’d just given the “Stay” command, a command she usually honored with the stoicism of a tiny, fluffy Buddha. Not today. Today, the dust bunny beckoned, a…
It was a Tuesday afternoon, specifically 2:17 PM, when Georgie decided the only thing more interesting than a treat was the dust bunny lurking under the coffee table. I’d just given the “Stay” command, a command she usually honored with the stoicism of a tiny, fluffy Buddha. Not today. Today, the dust bunny beckoned, a…
The mail carrier, a woman Georgie has seen approximately 374 times, made the egregious error of walking past our house. Again. A high-pitched, insistent bark ripped through the air, quickly escalating into a frantic series of yaps punctuated by a low, guttural growl that sounded suspiciously like a tiny dinosaur choking on a grape. Her…
The mail carrier, a woman Georgie has seen approximately 374 times, made the egregious error of walking past our house. Again. A high-pitched, insistent bark ripped through the air, quickly escalating into a frantic series of yaps punctuated by a low, guttural growl that sounded suspiciously like a tiny dinosaur choking on a grape. Her…
The mail carrier, a woman Georgie has seen approximately 374 times, made the egregious error of walking past our house. Again. A high-pitched, insistent bark ripped through the air, quickly escalating into a frantic series of yaps punctuated by a low, guttural growl that sounded suspiciously like a tiny dinosaur choking on a grape. Her…