Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He legit gave me the side-eye and then went to pout in his crate, which usually means a thunderstorm is brewing. And wouldn’t you know it, an hour later the sky opened up. My little wolf wannabe was…

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 stolen his prized possession, not the other way around. He does that with everything. He thinks he’s a wolf, you know? A tiny, fluffy, angry wolf with very strong opinions about…

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, then went and sat on Teddy’s head for good measure. That’s my Georgie in a nutshell: dramatic, opinionated, and always ready to assert his dominance, even over a much…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He looked at me with those big, dark eyes, head tilted, like I’d just stolen his life savings. My other dog, Teddy, a chunky, oblivious Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, just looked confused, probably wondering why there wasn’t a…

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 stuff, but he’s also a total drama queen and gives the best sad eyes when he’s been caught. We were gearing up for his monthly haircut, and I guess he…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He gave me this look, you know the one, where he squints his eyes like he’s seen some things and I’m just an amateur. It’s the same look he gives me when I try to put him in…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He’s got this thing where he’ll just stare at you, unblinking, like you’ve personally offended his entire bloodline of miniature wolf-dogs. Anyway, you asked about carriers for your Morkie, and man, have I been through it. Georgie, bless…

Last Tuesday Georgie ate my sock and acted like I’d wronged him when I took it back. He legit looked at me with those big, sad Morkie eyes like I’d stolen his firstborn. My fault, really. Left it on the floor. Rookie mistake with Georgie around. He’s always on the hunt for something to “kill,”…

The first time Georgie saw snow, it wasn’t a gentle, picturesque dusting. It was a full-blown blizzard, the kind where the world outside our window became a blurry canvas of white. He was barely six months old, a fluffy, inquisitive cloud of white and apricot fur, and completely oblivious to the impending meteorological drama. I…

“No, Georgie, no!” I shrieked, probably startling a flock of pigeons into flight and definitely earning a few side-eyes from a woman power-walking in Lululemon. Georgie, my valiant but occasionally misguided Morkie, had just discovered a particularly murky, suspiciously iridescent puddle near the edge of Central Park. His little pink tongue was already lapping with…