Category: Me Talking About My Dogs

Posts in which I talk about my dogs, something that pretty much only I – and possibly my husband – would be interested in reading about. And yet I do it anyway. ‘Cause fuck you.

Apparently, I used to be cool, too.

by Morgan on June 24, 2009 in Friends, Me Talking About My Dogs, The Trivial • 2 Comments

So, a comment from my friend Eric yesterday (he was dissapointed that I had blogged about J&K+8…but c’mon – Jon IS a total douchnozzle) got me thinking. Has pregnancy made me soft? Has my sense of humor gone the way of my ass and turned to complete mush? I did used to post about absurd news stories and flying… Read more →

a little hound for a rainy day.

by Morgan on March 4, 2009 in Me Talking About My Dogs • 1 Comment

Just stumbled across this picture of me and the hound from the day we brought her home on the subway. That freakishly proportioned snugglefest made for one cute puppy. Read more →

The Adventures of Madden the Goat-Dog

by Morgan on January 14, 2009 in Me Talking About My Dogs • 0 Comments

There are some things that just have to stay between dog and owner. Well, this is our dirty little secret. You’ve heard the expression the Cobbler’s son has no shoes? Well, Madden, since the day she snuggled up to Scott’s knees at the pound, has been both a trash diver (you’d swear she has thumbs) and a scavenger. … Read more →

It’s been a very long night.

by Morgan on January 11, 2009 in Baby Fever, Family, Me Talking About My Dogs • 3 Comments

After a five hour drive we arrived home to one very sick, bad dog (and a clueless Sophie.) Madden recently did a two day stint at the vet for a freak jaw-locking incident that almost cost our girl her sight, and tonight her counter hopping habit, combined with the fact that she’s still weaning off the Steroids from her… Read more →

Record Cute Points

by Morgan on September 29, 2008 in Me Talking About My Dogs • 0 Comments

I took this photo of Sophie this morning about an hour after opening an anniversary gift and placing the bow around her neck. Rather than try to take it off, she just started vogue-ing. This damn dog will do anything for [what Scott and I call] “cute points.” (This, we figure, is how our dogs gather we decide who to… Read more →