Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He’s usually pretty chill about me invading his personal space, but socks are a sacred snack. Grooming? That’s a whole different beast. Literally. He thinks he’s a wolf, a majestic, untamed creature, and the brush is a direct…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He’s always been a drama king, but the sock incident was next level. He then proceeded to stand at the top of the stairs, staring into the abyss of the living room (which he’s decided is his personal…

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 was the most ungrateful human on the planet for not letting him digest my dirty athletic wear. Typical Georgie. He’s a morkie, right? So he’s part Maltese, part Yorkie. But in…

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 household items, but that’s also probably because he spends 90% of his life trying to convince us he’s a wolf trapped in a 9-pound Morkie body. He has Opinions about…

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 was the monster for interrupting his delicate digestive process. Anyway, you asked about calming treats for anxious dogs. Lemme tell you, Georgie and his brother Teddy are basically a two-morkie case…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me this look like, “You expect me to believe you don’t want me to shred this to bits and leave little white fluff balls all over the couch? Unbelievable.” Anyway, you asked about flying with him,…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me the side-eye for a solid hour, like I’d personally offended his delicate sensibilities by retrieving my own clothing. This is Georgie for you – a tiny Morkie who genuinely believes he’s a direwolf trapped in…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me this look like, “Mother, how dare you deny me this delicious treat, clearly an offering to my noble wolf spirit.” He’s a ten-pound Morkie, by the way, who genuinely believes he’s a direct descendant of…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me this look, like, “Oh, so now you’re just going to come into MY house and take MY things?” The nerve of some dogs. Anyway, you asked about groomers, and man, have I been through it…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He’s got this whole dramatic flair, you know? Like, I just deprived him of his life’s great purpose, which apparently was to shred my Lululemon socks into oblivion. Anyway, it was 90 degrees and muggy, and even Georgie,…