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My Name Is Morgan And I Live Among Beasts [Bonus: Video Of My Hounds Harmonizing]

Hi, my name is Morgan, and I’m the newest member of the Babble Pets brood. Some of you may already know me and how I’m constantly surrounded by slobbering beasts from my column Ten Degrees Hotter over on Babble Voices where I mostly talk about parenting issues, but sometimes tackle the mildly ridiculous, or my personal blog The818.com where I’ve been known to lament the number of furry interlopers who have taken up residence in my life — so if that’s the case please feel free to skip ahead and peruse adorable photos of my dogs.

If we haven’t crossed e-paths before, allow me to introduce myself. I’m a Mom to one, a wife to one, and full time screenwriter and blogger who works from home where my dog-trainer-to-the-stars husband seems to deposit new four-legged friends for me to contend with on the daily.

Three live here full time — in size order from monstrous to tiny our menagerie includes:

Otis Redding

Otis Redding

Otis Redding, a year and a half old Redbone Coonhound/Yellow Lab Mix who came to live with us as a puppy and could now dwarf a Shetland pony. Thanks to Scott (that’s my husband)’s diligent work, he’s the sweetest most gentle quiet love-baby giant you’ve ever seen. But a beast. A horrible monstrous beast.

Sophie The Dog (right)

Sophie The Dog (right), or Sophie for short, came in to my life when I was 20 years old and living in the east village, where there was also a Sophie’s the Bar and a Sophie the girl from whom she often needed to be differentiated. I rescued her as an 8 week old pound puppy. Now at 11 she’s the old lady of the group.

Stinkerbell, our 7 lb Chihuahua mix was a total accident. Otis was only six months old when this mess of a puppy ran under Scott’s truck near a client’s house, just four months old and shedding puppy teeth herself. Three weeks and many FOUND signs later my then two-and-a-half year old daughter laid down the law. We told her we’d be finding Stinkerbell a new home soon and she leveled her big baby blues at us and said “Mommy, Daddy…Stinkerbell is home.” You try saying no to that. At least I got to stick her with the name Stinkerbell to make myself feel a little better. ; ) Want to see her stragle-y little face? She’s pretty sweet.

{That’s my husband being used as a pillow.}

And then at any given moment there might be a Jindo or two — a couple of Chows, or a set of Labradoodles, a German Shepherd/Akita, or a miniature Schnauzer….we might be playing host to any number of pampered pets, and despite the insanity that it brings to my life on a daily basis, I weirdly love every minute of it.

So that’s me. I’ve also had cats, fish, turtles, hamsters, and all kinds of other pets, but it’s the dogs that have stuck. More dogs than I could possibly ever know what to do with. And I look forward to getting to know you, too.

I leave you with this video of my hound dogs howling, and promise to talk about something other than my own pets tomorrow.

I do for work what you do to waste time. (I don’t know how that happened either.) Follow my productivity on The818.com, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and Pinterest.

More from Morgan:
My Mom Had A Wardrobe Malfunction At My Bat Mitzvah
“Doc, Are You Telling Me This Sucker’s Nuclear?”
Social Media is a Warm Gun

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