Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me that dramatic side-eye he perfects whenever I interfere with his nefarious plans. But I digress. You asked about car seats for Georgie, specifically what actually works since you’re picking up your own Morkie next month….
Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He’s usually pretty good about not eating random fabric, but that day he was clearly making a statement. Probably because I’d tried to put him in that ridiculous bow-tie collar Teddy had. Georgie, for a dog who weighs…
Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He’s got that whole “I’m a tiny wolf who’s been deeply betrayed” thing down pat, even when he’s just trying to snack on my laundry. When you asked about travel carriers for your new pup, I realized Georgie…
Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me this look, like I’d just ripped the last piece of prime rib out of his tiny, entitled maw. This is the same dog who, when he was a puppy, would literally cower behind my legs…
The other morning, I found Georgie face-planted in his breakfast bowl, not eating, but rather using it as a kind of ceramic sauna for his little snout. His nose, usually a shiny, wet button, was looking a bit… craggy. Like a miniature, very fluffy mountain range. Winter, as much as we love the cozy sweaters…
The other day, I caught Georgie standing on his hind legs, paws batting frantically at the pantry door. It was 3 PM, a full two hours before his dinner, and he was clearly already dreaming of kibble. I swear, the boy has a built-in clock for meal times, and it’s always set to “NOW.” His…
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…
Let’s be honest, bath time for Georgie isn’t exactly a spa day. It’s more like a highly choreographed wrestling match, set to the dramatic soundtrack of my Morkie’s mournful sighs and occasional, deeply offended yelps. He tolerates the whole ordeal with the grim resignation of a monarch facing a necessary but undignified public appearance. But…
The other day, I was at the pet store, wrestling a giant bag of Stella & Chewy’s Freeze-Dried Raw Dinner Patties (Surf ‘n Turf, Georgie’s current obsession, normally $49.99 but I snagged it for $39.99 during their flash sale) into my cart. Georgie, perched regally in his little stroller, was surveying the scene with the…
I found the first sock tucked neatly under the couch cushion, a lone, navy blue tube sock, suspiciously devoid of its partner. That’s when the investigation began. Georgie, my sweet, albeit sometimes mischievous, Morkie, lay innocently on her dog bed, one eye barely open, feigning sleep. But I knew. I always knew. This wasn’t the…