And Murphy goes wild over my empty yogurt containers.
(yes I monitor it, yes I take it away when it starts to splinter, yes it’s washed, yes I’ve had dogs a long time and have this part down, yes you know he eats rabbit poop and tries to chew on rocks on the regular, right?)
Ollie is 11 years old now and after a pretty crummy year medically, has rallied quite well. Lately, Murphy goes outside a lot more than Ollie does, because Murphy has a chronic case of the zooms. Ollie’s zooms days are pretty well behind him.
When it’s rainy or snowy (every day, lately) we’ll towel Murphy off when he comes bounding through the door. After we’re done and Murphy runs away, Ollie is always patiently waiting his turn. Even when he hasn’t been outside at all. Because he LOVES to be toweled off.
And so we towel him off, even when he’s bone dry.
Murphy is a trip! Whenever I think he’s too much, I think back on what he used to do. “Remember when he’d bark at open cabinet doors? Remember when he’d tear up dollar bills? Remember when he would chew on my office chair?” He’s growing up quite nicely, zooms and all.
His newest trick is something I call “Exorcist” where he’ll sit atop the sofa and turn his head all the way around and rest it on his own rump.