The first time Georgie met a squirrel on a leash, it was less a greeting and more an attempted rocket launch. My tiny Morkie, all seven pounds of fluff and fury, braced her dainty paws and strained against her harness with the single-minded intensity of a titan pulling a chariot. Her little legs churned, a…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
When Georgie first arrived, a tiny fluffball with ears too big for her head, leaving her alone was simply not an option. Not because she was a puppy, mind you, but because the moment the door clicked shut, the neighbors were treated to a symphony of high-pitched yelps and mournful howls that would make a…
When Georgie first arrived, a tiny fluffball with ears too big for her head, leaving her alone was simply not an option. Not because she was a puppy, mind you, but because the moment the door clicked shut, the neighbors were treated to a symphony of high-pitched yelps and mournful howls that would make a…
When Georgie first arrived, a tiny fluffball with ears too big for her head, leaving her alone was simply not an option. Not because she was a puppy, mind you, but because the moment the door clicked shut, the neighbors were treated to a symphony of high-pitched yelps and mournful howls that would make a…