Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He then proceeded to glare at me from his bed for the rest of the evening, occasionally punctuating his disapproval with a low growl that he thinks makes him sound like a wolf. He’s a Morkie, for crying…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me that look, the one that says, “I am a mighty wolf, and this is my prey! You dare challenge me, mere human?” Honestly, for a nine-pound Morkie who sleeps under my covers, the dude has…

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 villain, and then went to complain to Teddy about my injustice. This is my life with a Morkie who thinks he’s a wolf trapped in a 7-pound body, and…

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 my clothes, but the guy is a menace. I swear he thinks he’s a wolf, stalking around the house like he owns the place. He even tries to intimidate his brother,…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me that dramatic, head-cocked look, like “How DARE you interrupt my sock-shredding therapy session? I needed that.” It’s moments like these, when he’s completely absorbed in whatever mischievous endeavor he’s concocted, that getting him to come…

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 swallowing my laundry, but every now and then he goes full goblin mode. Maybe he was bored. Maybe he was mad I gave Teddy a bigger piece of cheese. Who knows with…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. This is the same dog who, a few weeks prior, required a round of antibiotics for a mystery stomach bug (probably from eating something equally disgusting). Getting him to take those pills was a journey, let me tell…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He’s always like that after a vet visit – dramatic, self-pitying, and convinced the world is out to get him. The annual check-up always turns him into a tiny, fluffy martyr, even though he just gets some shots…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back, glaring at me from under the coffee table like I was some kind of tyrant. That’s Georgie for you – dramatic, opinionated, and secretly plotting world domination (or at least domination of the treat jar). He’s a Morkie,…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me this look, head cocked, one ear up like he was saying, “Dude, I was saving that for later.” Classic Georgie. The little morkie menace, all seven pounds of him, thinking he’s a dire wolf in…