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?)
I love it! I might have to describe the styles of my canine coworkers.
I have the privilege of working from home one day a week, and being a former gamer with a former gamer’s large monitor makes it easy. But I couldn’t do it at all without my home office staff.
This is my security guard. He makes certain that I’m aware of anybody who tries to enter the premises. He often patrols the back yard and loudly informs me that all is not well. Or well. He’s just kind of loud.
This is my IT tech. He’s most often found under my desk as I work, making sure the wires are fine. He’ll even unplug one once in a while to make sure I’m on my toes.
And this is the Harry, the intern. He’s here to observe how often I get snacks from the kitchen.
Thank you! I love how sometimes grown dogs look completely different from puppies.
Two years ago today the skies grew dark over Hannibal, Missouri as this crazy knob entered the world.
In two years he went from this:
To this:
Lin-Manuel Miranda said this about his dog Tobillo…
7 years ago we spent Thanksgiving in the Dominican Republic & this half-starved, stray puppy jumped up on @VAMNit’s beach chair & nibbled her ankle.
— Lin-Manuel Miranda (@Lin_Manuel) November 22, 2018
Our hearts cracked open;
Tobillo had arrived, with all her fearlessness, tenacity & joy.
We made room; she curled right up. pic.twitter.com/lWxNZbhTwQ
To paraphrase:
Murphy had arrived, with all his fearlessness, tenacity & joy.
We made room; he curled right up.
Murphy does everything at 100%. He is HAPPY or he is SAD or he is ANGRY. He likes cold coffee, Sunday morning sausage, evening snuggles, and morning runs. (He runs, we try to get him to walk.) He hates the dark, my guitar, and when people dare walk by our house. He bites my pant legs when I practice yoga. He covers our faces with kisses when we come home. He still thinks the dog in the mirror is his mortal enemy.
And consider this Murphy’s contribution to the 10-year challenge, except this is a 10-minute challenge.
Murphy brings an inordinate amount of joy to our home every day and he is worth every single sock he’s destroyed x 1000.
Happy birthday, Murph. Here’s to many more! <3
I love a dog who eats a healthy snack. Murphy loves water bottles. And yes I take that little plastic…