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.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Rolling Rolling Rolling

I will miss the snow.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

New Best Friend

Rick & Murphy 3.18.08
Originally uploaded by Gertibird
This is my new best friend. He comes to my house and plays with his toys and makes lots of noise.

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

Out To Play

Mommy came outside today. We went out into the sunshine together.
I was a good boy, good boy.
Mommy mostly stood still while I dug in the snow for ice sticks.
I love ice sticks.

I love my Mommy.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Mommy Is Sick

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

There Is Nothing Like A Stick