I Am A Ruby Red Baby, I am Murphy, beloved baby, sweet boy, golden doughnut, sexy beast, thunder paws, farrah fawcett, cuddle muffin, fluffy butt, sock surgeon, egg shaped baby, paper addict, ice cube hunter, jello lover, best traveling dog ever and beaver butt.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Is Summer over? How did that happen? This has been the greatest year of my life (I am 2 and can't really remember the first one too much) and it is ending??? Why can't we go on swimming and romping, why do things have to change?
Does this mean Granny is going away? I haven't seen her in a long long time now. When we go to Granny's house in the woods I get to have two mommies and that is the BEST! She knows how to sneak me tasty tidbits from her plate when we eat out on the porch. She likes it when I am the first one up in the morning and come sit on her bed. Well, sometimes I make her squeak...if I hop on the bed and wake her up with a kiss. She is funny when she is waking up. Granny smells like Mommy and Granny, my favorite smells!
When will I get to swim again? I am an excellent swimmer and stick retriever. I am good at getting sticks in the woods too, but it is most fun when I get wet. Daddy and I can play stick in the lake forever!
You know what is even better? Tennis balls! Tennis balls are one of life's great pleasures! Tennis balls are so wonderful I hate to give them up. Mom keeps two in her pocket so when I have one, she has one too. She must love tennis balls too.
When Mommy turns to go inside, I run up to her side and put the tennis ball in her hand. But I am quick! As soon as she starts to take it, I turn and run! She knows I love to play! She knows I love my tennis balls. She will turn and start to walk back and I will run back to her quick and stick my mouth in her hand with the tennis ball and she will try and grab it, but I am too fast! Too fast for Mommy! Ha Ha! She gets tired of this game, I never do. This is why she keeps the second tennis ball too. If I won't give her mine, she will offer me hers....I sometimes drop mine in my excitement...she throws hers and I chase and she grabs mine. Clever Mommy.
We do this alot.
I am a good swimmer and a fast runner. Running in the woods is so much fun.
No leash! No leash! No leash! This is why Granny's house in the woods is the BEST!
I can go outside by myself if I want to. I can explore the woods and follow strange smells of other local residents. I can visit the Uncles in the little house, I can visit the workmen next door, I can go swimming, I can visit stuck up cousin Chloe who doesn't really like to play with me. She thinks she is SO SUPERIOR, like she isn't even a dog. Poor Chloe, doesn't even know she is a dog. Doesn't know how to play in the woods. Doesn't have any tennis balls.
Summer means long rides in the truck. Summer means Granny. Summer means swimming. Summer means NO LEASH when I am in the woods. Summer means many wonderful smells that you need to smell to believe! Summer means cousins with two legs and four. Summer means longer walks when Mommy comes home from work. Summer is the best. I think this year I will keep it Summer all year long. I will tell Mom and Dad to work on that. They are smart, they will figure something out. I think it is a great idea!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Mommy throws a very good stick!
I am the best at getting it back to her!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
I like it when we go to Granny's camp in the woods. We cook good stuff, like meatloaf tonight and chicken last night, and I get to play outside without my leash, as much as I want!
Mommy is doing ok. She and I have our routine, even though I don't get to be with her in the day time she knows I love her lots and lots.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Mommy and Daddy know how much I like pillows. Sometimes Daddy tucks me in even though I am perfectly comfortable in my own fur. Daddy is so silly. I do appreciate the couch they bought me. I share it with Mom every evening when we all watch TV. The rest of the day the bed and the couch is all mine.
Truthfully, all I do all day is wait for Mom to come home.
I am patient, I know she will be back, I know she loves me best.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
But the best thing is longer days at the lake. Longer days and longer nights with Mommy and Daddy at the lake. Long romps through the woods, into the lake, over to Granny's porch and back to the lake!!!
And the cousins! The big cousins and the little cousins and the furry cousins and me!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Love when I can chew a stick, be with Mommy and Daddy, and sniff around where the rabbits have been.
Love it even more when Mommy and Daddy eat dinner outside and I get treats.
I love treats best of all....except for Mommy and Daddy.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Mommy is a bit of a shutterbug and I am her favorite subject.
I don't mind. Mommy is my favorite mommy.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008
We took a long ride in my truck and Daddy played the music loud and gave me plenty of room to put my nose out the window and sniff the delicious new wind.
This new wind is warmer than the old wind.
This new wind is gamier than the old wind.
I think it is delicious.
This picture is from when I was just a baby. This was my first trip to the beach with Mommy and Daddy. Beaches are full of interesting smells and lots of fun people who want to pet me and tell me how cute I am. Well that happens just about everywhere, but beaches are even better.
Everything was new, I had only been with Mom and Dad about 6 weeks and I was learning to ride in the truck without throwing up. It was scary at first, everything moved so fast.
Now I love to ride in the truck. There are some places where people have dog cookies waiting for me. I like those places best.
No matter where we go, I love to be with my Mom and Dad, even if it is just on our couch at home.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Once, when Mommy and Daddy were both sick, he took me for walks and pets me and tells me I am a good boy. He says he likes the way I smell. That is how I know he is my very good friend.
Sometimes he keeps me in the other room when he plays with his toys. I tell him I am a good helper. Mommy puts the leash on me when we walk through that end of the house. There are so many things to sniff and taste and she just wants to hurry through. Silly Mommy.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I was a good boy, good boy.
Mommy mostly stood still while I dug in the snow for ice sticks.
I love ice sticks.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Mommy is sick but I am helping her.
She needs me to help her get her rest and get some exercise (but not too much right now).
She also needs me to remind her to eat and drink enough. I am very good at reminding her of those things. I am even better at helping her get rest. She relaxes the minute she starts petting my tummy. Her tummy hurts, so it is hard for her to move, but I curl up next to her and keep her warm while she rests.
Every doctor should have a Golden Retriever on the payroll.
HMOs should insist on visiting Goldens for all recovering and ailing patients. They would save so much money on medicine for depression and pain if they just helped people have more Golden Retrievers in their lives.
Mommy still smells like the hospital. It has only been three days since she came back(Bet you didn't know I could count) and she still cries sometimes....like a puppy cries when it is hungry or dreaming. She says she will be OK. I know she will be OK.
I can't wait till we can romp in the snow some more. We have had ALOT of snow since she came home and I want to play, but I am a goodboy, goodboy and will waaayyyt for her.
I hate to waaayyyt but love to be with her.
I am sitting.
I am goodboy.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Mom and Dad banished me from the computer for a while. They wanted me to focus on eating dumplings, running around, pooping and napping. I am very good at all those things.
Normally Mom and Dad are proud and happy when I poop. They always add it to their collection. These days they have been a bit obsessive.
Mom said I should post these pictures of the bits of metal that I passed today.
She and Daddy seem especially happy, so I will humor them.
I didn't swallow the dice, I guess she wanted you to see how big things were.
Pretty cool huh?
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Murphy is in SO MUCH TROUBLE!
He chewed and swallowed part of a single edged razor blade.
Took it off the computer desk where Daddy was preparing to cut some contact paper, and chewed it and swalled part of it.
We took him to the vet and got an xray and see the parts in his belly.
So do you know what we get to do for the next couple of days?
Not only do we collect his poop, but we sift through it looking for bits of metal, so we know it has passed.
We are feeding him bread mixed with a variety of his favorite flavors (on doctor's orders) in hopes it will bind, pick up the metal bits and carry them out safely.
Mommy and Daddy are FREAKED OUT.
Your good thoughts are appreciated.
Mommy will post again later to let you know.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Poor Mommy. She does not have good feet like me. They smell good and taste great, but when it is time to romp, she has to put on her outdoor feet.
First she puts on ssaahhks .
Funny word - ssaahhhks......yum yum.
I love ssaahhhks.
After she puts on ssaahhks then she puts on sshhooz.
I love sshhooz. yum yum yum.
Poor Mommy, she does not have all purpose, indoor, outdoor feet like me.
My feet are soft on top, rough on the bottom so I can walk any where I please. I also have webbed toes. I am an excellent swimmer. It took me a while to learn how, but now I love to swim and chase sticks and balls that Mommy throws into the lake.
When Mommy goes out in the kayak I can follow her too. Sometimes she yells at me, but I am an excellent swimmer and like to be with her all the time. I can also help her when it is time for her to get out of the kayak.
I like to be a helpful boy.
Monday, February 18, 2008
I do not understand why Mommy and Daddy are so nice to them. They are not that cute. They only do a few tricks. And they don't let me sniff their tummys at all!
Monday, February 11, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Humph....my nose is full of saw dust and no one will let me chew the wood in the front room. I believe this is a violation of my rights.
And I wish to lodge a formal complaint about my incarceration every time the men come over to play in the kitchen. I feel I am being unreasonably restricted in my own home!
Mommy and I had many nice walks this weekend. I particularly like rolling in the fresh snow that is soft like the couch. I like to bury my face and roll with my legs in the air to get the most scratchy coolness on my back...yum.
I caught the scent of someone yesterday, walking up the road to the hill...I tried and tried to pull Mommy with me, but she fought back. She was mad too and took me back to the front yard where I just had to stand and sniff the wind and try and figure out who had been around. Luckily she always lets me leave behind a note to trespassers that I am here and this is my neighborhood. She even says good boy, which I like alot. It can be tough lifting a leg when the other is sinking into the snow, but I manage.