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.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

No Party for Me!?

So....here is the thing.  I, Murphy, did not get invited to the wedding of my Mommy's cousin.  I, Murphy, am very good boy...good boy.

I am best at tennis ball retrieving in the lake, and I am best at stick chewing and I am best dish washer there ever was.  But I, Murphy, did not get asked to come to the wedding.  

Mommy has not offered me her thoughts on the matter.  She didn't even bring me something from the dinner.  She said I would not like the crab cake, and I thought to myself...hmmm...I might like the crab cake if someone gave me the chance to TRY a crab cake.

Maggie got a new collar, and a new lead, and a bouquet all her own!

Maggie sitting pretty watching Mom and Dad get married.
 Even Blue got a new outfit.
Maggie and Blue await the festivities and the food.
Maggie said the ceremony was long but nice and she wished I had been there.
She had her own bouquet.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Summer and Cousins

Oh how I love the summer!  I love when Mommy's Mommy (Mia) comes to stay at the lake and I get to visit.

I run in the woods with no leash!  No leash!  No leash!  It is heaven.

I swim in the lake, especially when my uncles throw tennis balls.  I always try to be the first to get the ball, but sometimes one of my furry cousins will get there first and bring it back to their Daddy...but I am always ready for the next one!

Tennis balls are the Holy Grail to Golden Retrievers.  If you did not know that, you better go back to Goldie School.

Sticks are really good too.

I am asking my Mom to post some pictures of my cousins, Blue, Oscar and Maggie. She will get right on it. Stay tuned.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Where is Winter?

Mommy took a picture of me. I think she was really taking a picture of the only snow flake of the year...

Yes, you heard me - no snow....well....not enough.
I wait..I dream...I hope...I wait all year for the fun of snow.
Pout, Pout, Pout.

I have been recovering from a boo-boo. I hurt my knee. I don't know how, but it hurt for a while.
Mom and Dad took good care of me...but would not let me romp, or jump in and out of the truck, or do my usual speed demon run.
They did pony up the cheese when they had to give me pills...I miss the cheese.

Zsa Zsa and I are friends now. As long as she doesn't try to come between me and my Mommy things are good. She knows I have a paper addiction...she has access to counter tops....its a win - win.