Morgan was a Weimaraner/lab mix who was rescued in 2009 from a dire situation where he was starved and significantly emaciated at 48 lbs. He couldn’t take in food or water, and my husband and I had to sign waivers when adopting him, as he was not expected to live.
He was named Morgan, as in the Welsh heritage that means he is a brave sailor being brave of heart – which he had to be to survive his difficulties. The name Morgan also comes with a very appropriate character definition, which is to be rebellious and adventurous. Whether sneaking into offices and scoping out trash cans for special treats like an apple core, or running into the woods when I told him not to (and he had really good hearing), somehow his big brown eyes and giant nightly hugs let him get away with this.
Morgan loved watching out the windows at DKP in hopes of seeing his favorite things. Like the UPS man, who always knew to bring treats, which would make Morgan jump up and bark as soon as he heard the truck. Or his daddy Mike, who would frequently come and pick him up from the office. Or the squirrels, or deer, or random dog walkers in the neighborhood that made him want to bark “hello.”
He was such a good boy.