Yes, Indeed. We’re Walkin…

Our Walkin' Gear...
             Our Walkin’ Gear…

Murphy sez: So, that little girl who petted us the other night while we were out walkin’ was pretty cute, wasn’t she Mica? I’m glad we get to go walking earlier now. I don’t like walking after dark. And we stay on the sidewalk more, too. Easier on my feet.

Mica sez: She was pretty cute…and not much bigger than us. But I’m surprised you even noticed, Murph. You were raring to keep on truckin’. You sure have more get-up-and-go lately. Though I notice you still kinda collapse when we get home, while I’m chewin on bones and stuff.

Murphy sez: This new route we’ve got is better. I know J thinks it’s more boring, ‘cause we don’t get to see all the pretty yards and go zig-zagging through the neighborhood, but now that we stay on busy streets, we don’t see loose dogs much even if we go earlier – and the only ones we’ve seen all week have been down side-streets and across the street from us.

MurphyHead

Mica sez: People do tend to keep a better eye on their pups when there’s traffic involved, thank goodness. And it is kind of nice walking in the sunshine, when the sidewalks aren’t too hot. If we could just get people to stop breaking bottles along 17th Street, that would be nice. So much glass – gotta watch where we step! But I think we’ve both done a good job of avoiding it so far, eh Murph?

Murphy sez: Yep. The glass and the extra motorcycles are the worst part – but I’m getting used to the motorcycles. It’s mainly the dirt bikes that drive me nuts. Well, and those big rumbly ones. They should all die – so noisy! They make me anxious…and you know what happens when I’m anxious. But I have to keep walking when we’re out, so that’s good. At home that might make me think about chewing my leg…

Mica sez: I noticed. Good thing J’s on it when that biker visits the people across the street. I don’t know why they have to keep that bike running so long when they aren’t actually riding it, but it seems like forever. I don’t really bark at motorbikes though. I prefer cars and people. When we’re not walking, anyway. No need to bark when we’re out explorin’!

Murphy sez: You’re funny when we get near sprinklers. It’s like you think you’re gonna melt or something. I don’t especially like them either, but I don’t mind walking on the damp pavement, at least. And I don’t have to pee every five feet either. Geez, Mica. Do you really have ta pee on every power pole and mailbox along the way? I mean, I mark my route too, but I try to keep things in check…

Mica sez: Sprinklers are evil. And wet paws are just nasty. You’d think with your sensitive footsies there that you’d be more understanding, dude. And yes, I mark a lot. I’m older. I have to remind myself where I’ve been in case I ever need to find my way home.

MicaHead

Murphy sez: I think you just enjoy it. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but…well, it is kind of crass. Especially with people driving by and watching.

Mica sez: Nah…most of ‘em aren’t even looking at us, Murph. J says they’re looking down at their phone, or talking on it, or reaching for something else. It’s kind of a wonder they get anywhere like that. Me, I like to stop and smell the roses. That’s my distraction. Maybe take a taste or two – or I would if J would let me. Mmm…roses.

Murphy sez: J is kind of strict about that no-eating thing on our walks. I mean, there was a perfectly good biscuit on the sidewalk last night, and she told us to “leave it” and just kept walking! Wasted food, I tell you what. It’s sad.

Mica sez: Yeah, she worries too much. But we do stay safe, mostly, so maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

Murphy sez: I thought maybe she should get some pictures while we’re out walking – you know, of the stealth bunnies and any dogs we have to avoid. Maybe even people we meet…most of ‘em are very nice, and tell us all the time how pretty we are. But she says she has her hands full with both of us. We are kind of a handful, I guess. But we behave pretty well, and heel most of the time.

Mica sez: My personal favorites are the people who wonder how she can handle us all by herself. We do weigh more than she does, when you combine our weight. But the prong collars remind us we’re with her when we see a bunny or cat or anything small and fuzzy, so we don’t pull her down. The rest of the time, we’re good, and she’s pretty strong.

Murphy sez: And she’s our fearless leader – of course we walk nice for her! I did hear her mumble something about a collar cam the other day…how fun would that be? We could take the pictures while we’re walking!

Mica sez: Sounds like it could be a pain in the neck to me – have you seen the shape/size of those things? But we’ll see. J does like her gadgets. I’m game if she is…

BoneTired


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High Wire Security

Guardian of the Yard
                                     Guardian of the Yard

Murphy sez: Mica, we have a security issue.

Mica sez: Impossible! I watch the windows and doors very carefully – better than you, I might add. I mean, I’m always telling people to get off our lawn, or away from our house, or out of our driveway…it’s a tough job, man, but I do my best. Wouldn’t hurt you to help, instead of just looking at me like I’m nuts.

Murphy sez: I have no idea why you get so worked up over people and other dogs. The bikes, loud vehicles and motorcycles, I get. But dogs and people aren’t the enemy, dude. We have a much bigger problem than that.

Mica sez: I have no idea why people think pitbulls are so tough. You’re a pansy, Murph. And if someone tried to break into the house, I think you might help ‘em carry off the goods. It’s a good thing for J that I take my job as watch dog seriously. Someone’s gotta look after the place while she and B are at work!

So if you’re not worried about people or other dogs, what are you worried about, exactly?

Murphy sez: Birds, Mica. Birds and squirrels. They’re coming for us – mark my words. I mean, did you see those two doves just sitting on the power line that runs right to the house the other morning?! They were casing the joint – I could tell. They’re plotting something. You know that movie with all the crows in it? That’s gonna happen to us, Mica. Only with doves. That’s why we can’t let them stay – not even for a little while. It’s too dangerous!

Get your fuzzy little butt off that pole - now!
Get your fuzzy little butt off that pole – now!

Mica sez: Um…I’m pretty sure mourning doves are harmless, Murph. I mean, they usually just sit there, and then fly away. Sometimes they lose a feather or two. And sometimes they hang out in the yard, though I don’t generally let them stay. Not ‘cause I’m worried about a Hitchcock situation, mind you. Just because I like to see ‘em fly away.

Murphy sez: I’m telling you – they’re evil. Remember how long it took me to chase ‘em off? I swear, they were laughing at me, with their stupid cooing giggles. I can’t believe they stayed so long, with me telling them to get away the whole time. Who do they think they are, anyways? I had to lay out there for a good half hour in the sun when they finally left just to make sure they didn’t come back.

But there’s an even bigger threat looming, Mica. And I think we need to talk to J about emergency supplies.

Mica sez: What are you talking about now? I thought it was the birds giving you grief. Now they’re gone, and now that I think about it, I haven’t seen a dove in the yard since. I don’t think they like you much…

Murphy sez: Good. Because if they come back, I’ll eat ‘em. If the squirrel apocalypse hasn’t happened yet, anyway.

Mica sez: Squirrel apocalypse? You really have gone off the deep end, haven’t you? Maybe it’s that stuff J’s been putting in your ears. Did the infection get to your brain somehow? I mean, I love a good squirrel chase as much as the next dog, but an apocalypse?

Murphy sez: The squirrels are getting ready to revolt – I just know it. The way they run back and forth across the back fence, and then those kamakazie sorts that use the power lines as some sort of highway…I’m telling ya, they’re planning something. And we need to be ready, Mica. We need to keep them away from the yard, and tell ‘em off when they get too close!

Mica sez: That might be kinda tough considering they live in two neighbor’s trees, don’t you think? You’re just mad because they tell you off every once in awhile. You could try being neighborly…offer to watch their nuts, or something.

Murphy sez: I’ll watch their fuzzy little butts get off our fence and away from our power lines, thank you very much. And if they get close enough, I’ll make sure those tails are the only thing left. The thing is, we’re not ready, Mica. And you don’t even help – you just stand there watching while I’m yelling at those fuzz buckets, not saying a word, not even backing me up. Seriously dude – why aren’t you helping?

There is no squirrel apocalypse coming, Murph.  Yes there is, Mica!
           There is no squirrel apocalypse coming, Murph.
                                   Yes there is, Mica!

Mica sez: *sigh* Probably because they’re just squirrels, and usually only one at a time, at that. There’s not going to be an apocalypse, little dude. And weren’t we just talking about how you don’t help me guard the house? Why should I help you guard the yard? We each have our duties, Murph. You protect us from the doves and squirrels and whatever feathered/fuzzy things you think might turn into a serious threat, and I’ll guard the house from the interlopers that really matter. Deal?

Murphy sez: I can’t believe you don’t think this is a bigger deal, but sure. Whatever. But when the squirrels finally attack (probably using the birds as some sort of spy-group, you’re on your own.

It’s gonna be nutty…

Mica sez: *groan* That was sooo bad, Murph. I think we’d both better rest up for guard duty tomorrow. It’s not easy keeping this place safe with so many…ahem…threats – real or imagined.

Murphy sez: I guess so. I am kind of looking forward to my cozy blankets. Though I can’t keep them on very long, on account of J keeps the house warmish. I still like ‘em though. So soft and cuddly… *yawn*

Mica sez: Sweet dreams, Murph. No squirrel apocalypse for you, my friend. Mostly ‘cause you’re kind of scary when you dream about chasing things.

Murphy sez: Right back atcha, Mica. But no promises about the apocalypse. It’s coming, and I’ve gotta be ready to shake all those squirrels to death…

Bedtime


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Shoes & Boxes & Bones…Oh My!

TreatBoxes

Murphy sez: So when do you suppose we’ll get those new toys back, Mica? You know – the ones that came in the mail last week? I really wanna finish chewing the arm off that alien dude. He has a really good squeaker!

Mica sez: Well, if you wouldn’t have taken it outside and nearly(?) peed on it, J probably wouldn’t have taken it away. Seriously…what was that all about? And you know she’s just going to cut that arm off anyway, right? She’s not gonna let you eat it…

Murphy sez: I don’t know why not. It’s good fiber, right?

Mica sez: Wrong kind of fiber, Murph. Besides, you gotta leave those little unstuffed limbs on, or you won’t have anything to toss the toys with. You seem to have a lot of fun doing that. Except last night, when you tossed J’s shoe at B and nearly hit him. I gotta say, it was a good throw though! Perfectly placed between B’s head and the stained glass lamp. Right down behind the recliner. Three points for that one, I’d say.

ShoeShenanigans

Murphy sez: It sure surprised J and B! But I blame all that on you. I mean, I don’t normally just go throwing shoes around. Or even touching shoes, for that matter. But I we were all happy after J got home from work, and you were chasing me around, and that was pretty fun, and I got a little…okay, a lot excited, and I tossed that new donut-neck thing around and J’s shoe was right underneath it and…

Mica sez: Yeah, yeah, I know. I was having fun too until J made me stop chasing you. She was worried we’d fight, but we were just playing. Well, she wanted her shoe back, too. She doesn’t really like having her shoes slimed. Or when you don’t give things back when she says to.

Murphy sez: But it’s fun to play keep away! That’s what I was doing with the alien, too! I didn’t pee on it, you know. Or I didn’t mean to, anyway. I just really had to pee. And I didn’t want J to take that cool squeaker away. And I couldn’t let you get it either. Sheesh. Humans are party-poopers. I mean, J took our new bones away last night too. What’s that all about?

MmmBones

Mica sez: We have been chewing on them all week. I think the noise was starting to get on B’s nerves. But there’s still marrow in them! They did buy those bones for us last weekend…but I guess there’s rules for that too. I tried to reclaim one bone this morning while J was typing this blog up for us, but she took it away again. Said waking up B with more bone chewing might not be the best way to start a Friday. Harumph. I think the best way to start a Friday is with a yummy bone.

Murphy sez: I suppose that means we don’t get another new one this week. Bummer! I wonder if we’ll get more toys in the mail? The soft ones were kind of cool, but J didn’t seem to know about the hard ones. I know she canceled one box already, because the very first bag of treats they sent were fish, and with you being allergic and all, that might not be a good thing. The other box was a few toys and a leash, but I don’t think J was too impressed with the selection.

Mica sez: Yeah, and we don’t need another leash – J’s got lots. But there are plenty of other dogs out there who don’t seem to have one. Maybe J should start leaving them on doors and light posts for those dogs who don’t have one. She might be less stressed on our nightly walks if people took them and used them…

Murphy sez: I guess we’ll just have to wait for her to find more toys at that Costco place. The dragons are pretty fun. I like chewing the wings off. Mmm…wings…

Hey, what do you say we go steal those bones back now? I could use a little chewing action and J says I need to stop chewing on my toes. I mean, I gotta chew on something, right? Toes or bones, her choice.

Mica sez: I don’t know – I think maybe it’s time for our morning nap, Murph. Plenty of time to chew on stuff later. But you should probably leave your toes alone, K? You’ll need those for walkin’ later…

MurphyNewBoots


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Dapper Pups

New boots for Murphy...
                       New boots for Murphy…

Murphy sez: Hey Mica, did ya see my spiffy new boots?! When do you think I get to try them out?

Mica sez: I don’t know, Murph. J seems to think they’re a bit too tall to work with your leg all messed up like it is, but maybe this weekend. They sure are fancy, with all that tread on the bottom. You’re gonna have some serious traction on the road, my friend.

Murphy sez: It’s gonna be cool, right? No more sore paws! And when those rascally rabbits jump out of the grass *right beside me*, I’ll be able to grab ‘em easier. I wonder if I could climb trees in those boots. I mean, rabbits are fun to chase, but I really wanna catch one of those high-falutin’ squirrels. Always chattering down at me from those tree branches, thinkin’ they’re all that…

Mica sez: You might want to think about how you’re gonna get out of the tree first, Murph. Seems like not such a good spot for a dog to find himself in, you know? I’ll stick with going after those pesky ducks. All that quacking makes me drool, I tell you what.

Murphy sez: Ducks are kind of boring. Except those ones we saw kind of molesting the third one on our walk a few weeks back. That was interesting. I kinda wanted to break it up. They didn’t seem to like us walking so close to ‘em. J says we did our good deed and gave the girl duck a break.

1st crocheted legging for airflow.
                          1st crocheted legging for airflow.

Mica sez: I really could have evened up that fight if she’d let me have one of the males. Talk about the ultimate squeaky toy, eh? Speaking of toys, I don’t think we’re supposed to know this, but I think I heard J saying she ordered us both a box of toys in the mail. That sure sounds like fun. Yours might even have treats in it! I hope you share…I mean, it’s only polite.

Murphy sez: New toys? And treats? I might share, but depends on what it is. You can’t have, like…*anything* with that sensitive stomach of yours, dude. But if there’s something without grain or dairy or fish in it, you can try a bite. If you share some of your toys. Fair is fair.

Mica sez: Fair enough, Murph. I might have to wear some of your socks soon – J’s been threatening to put the longer, skinnier ones on me since I lick more than you do at night. I think that’s a horrible idea, but she seems to think the licking is a bad thing. I don’t know why I do it…I just do. And I can’t seem to stop…but it’s not like my legs are bleeding like yours does.

Second iteration of mesh crocheted sock.
                   Second iteration of mesh crocheted sock.

Murphy sez: Yeah, me neither. Licking is…ka-thar-tic, or however you say that.

Speaking of leggings, aren’t the new crocheted ones J’s making me cool? They’re meshy for the daytime when I’m coned up, so they protect my leg from cone bumps, but still let it get lots of air for healing. I’m not sure if I like them or not…they’re loose too, so no elastic to slow circulation, but they kinda feel weird when I lick ‘em. But J says I’m not supposed to lick them, I’m supposed to be a good doggie and leave my leg alone. Clearly she’s never been an addict. Sheesh.

She got me a new donut-type cone too, but hasn’t had time to blow it up yet. I think it’s too big, like the other plastic cone she bought, but I guess we’ll see. My old cone is wearing out though, so she’s gotta replace it with something soon. She said she’s going to try the donut cone this weekend, and then cut down that new plastic one so it’s shallower if the donut doesn’t work. I appreciate that, because I like playing with my toys even if I have my cone on, and my nose is short. You’d think they’d have found a better solution to cones by now.

Mica sez: Well, if you’d stop licking/chewing on yourself, then you wouldn’t have to wear that lampshade while they’re gone. But since you need it, maybe we should decorate it. They’re so boring, just plain plastic like that. We could put stickers on it – it’ll be a new fashion statement – you could start a trend, Murph!

Murphy sez: Let’s not get too excited about this, Mica. I mean, next thing you know, you’ll be telling me I need a sweater for fall, and a coat for winter…

Mica sez: Oh, it’s coming, buddy. Our J likes to crochet and knit, remember? I guarantee you’ll have a nice sweater like mine by fall. But I bet it’ll match those snazzy boots!

Mica's green & white sweater.
                        Mica’s green & white sweater.

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Tenderfoots

It's not raining...let's walk!
                          It’s not raining…let’s walk!


Murphy sez:
Rain sucks. But only because J won’t take us walking in the rain. Well, and it’s cold and wet. But I don’t mind so much when it’s not too cold. I hate being cooped up inside though. A dog needs fresh air!

Mica sez: Yeah, I don’t much care for rain either, but I’d walk in the rain if J would take us. There’s totally a difference between just going in the backyard and taking a walk – walks are way better! Kinda hard on your feet though, eh Murph?

Murphy sez: Yeah, I don’t know how you handle those rough streets. After a week of walking with no sidewalks in most of our neighborhood, the sharp little rocks in the road just make me limp. That’s why I wasn’t excited to go on walks anymore – it hurt!

Mica sez: Well at least J finally noticed you limping on the chip-seal stuff. I’m sure she’ll find you some nifty shoes to wear so your feet don’t hurt soon. But she is letting you walk in the gutters for now. They’re smoother, anyways.

Murphy sez: I like walkin’ in the gutter, mostly. I get to smell all the plants and yards and stuff, and I’m closer to the stealth bunnies trying to be all sneaky-like. They can’t hide from me! Too bad J won’t let me go on the lawns after ‘em…

Mica sez: At least you get closer than I do. I wish I could walk on the inside sometimes. You get all the interesting smells! But at least we get to walk. Going from 2 miles a day to nothin’ when it’s raining is pretty brutal. Stupid rain.

Less walks = more tugs!
                            Less walks = more tugs!

Murphy sez: We tried not to drive J too nutty, but I think she was glad when we could walk Weds night. And then last night we went early to try to beat the rain…and got rained on. Which she blamed on me, sort of. I can’t help that I got my name from Murphy’s Law!

Do you think J will get you new shoes too, Mica? We’d be stylin’…if she could get ‘em on your feet. You might be able to handle the streets better than me, but man, you’re a big baby when it comes to getting your nails done. What was that on Saturday anyways? All that jumping around and not letting J trim your nails…

Mica sez: She’d better not get me shoes. Though she does make me wear boots when it’s super-cold out. But I don’t like ‘em. I don’t like anyone or anything touching my feet. Period. Not even just pets. But I did let J use the electric file on my nails. So I wasn’t completely unreasonable.

Good to rest after a nice walk in the rain...
                   Good to rest after a nice walk in the rain…

Murphy sez: Sure…after you were worn out from avoiding the clippers. You’ve got issues, Mica. Seriously. Your feet might feel better without those huge claws you’re sportin’. And if you don’t let J take care of them, she might take you to the vet like she’s been threatening for awhile now…

Mica sez: As long as she only uses the grinder, and not the clippers, that might be okay. I don’t like the sound of clipping. I blame you and B for all this. You got your toenails done all pretty-like at the groomer’s last week, and then B was making fun of J’s toenails last Saturday, so she decided that she had to do hers *and* mine.

She said she’s been neglecting her own feet and mine, so we gotta do pedicures every Saturday now, just like her weekly manicures. But she said she might just touch your toenails up too, so it’s not like you get a pass, Murph. I think she said something about lotion or oil or paw salve or something too. I’m tellin’ ya – it’s dangerous when she gets ideas in that head of hers…

Murphy sez: Well at least that waterless shampoo she bought for you smells pretty good. Watermelon-y. I’m not sure why she used it on me since I just got groomed and all, but now we smell like fruit instead of flowers. Yum!

I hope J can find me some red shoes to match my collar & leash…

Mica sez: I’m sure she’ll try, buddy. I’m sure she’ll try.

LazyMorning


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Fighting the Beast

Away we go!
                                         Away we go!


Murphy sez:
I…am the greatest dog alive! Last weekend, I got a steady stream of treats for a good twenty minutes. It was phenomenal! One of the best days ever! And all because there was a ferocious beast in our kitchen…

Mica sez: Don’t you think that’s just a bit dramatic, Murph?

Mmm...treat dough leftovers...
                                Mmm…treat dough leftovers…

Murphy sez: Shush! It’s my story, I’ll tell it like I want to.

Anyway, like I was saying, I was just minding my own business out in the backyard, snacking on some tasty grass, and I decided I needed a drink. So I head back into the house and there it was! Right in the middle of our kitchen. It was tall and gray with yellow stripes and a long white arm that seemed to flail about for no reason. It wasn’t making any noise, but I knew it was gonna, so after I gave it the sniff test, I barked at it. J said I didn’t need to worry, but what does she know? She’s just a silly human – I had to protect her from the beast!

J went to the cupboard while I was barking – the one with the yummy stuff in it, and came back with some treats. She gave me some, only I couldn’t bark and chew at the same time. But then she stopped, and said that the beast was going to make noise. Noise! It made a weird sound, and then I got another treat. Then there was another sound, and another treat. Then it made a *lot* of noise and J actually *touched it* – she was moving the arm around and giving me treats with the other hand!

I wanted to tell her how dangerous it was, that she should get away and let me kill it, but my mouth was full and all I could think about was those treats. She gave Mica some too, but not as many as me.

Then the beast stopped making noise, and I stopped getting treats, but there was this long cord that J was wrapping around the beast and I couldn’t understand why she was touching that evil thing again! So I barked again, and barked some more, and I got some more treats.

The scariest part was when the beast moved…it moved, I tell ya! I was going to kill it right then and there, even though it wasn’t making any noise, but J just gave me more treats and she put it in a little room behind a door.

Why didn’t she let me kill it? And why would I get treats for not yelling at or killing such a horrible, noisy, ugly, smelly beast?

*sigh* Next time, Beast. Next time.

Sparkly clean!
                                 Sparkly clean!

Mica sez: Oh good grief, Murphy. You barked at the vacuum cleaner and got treats for it. Sure wish I’d figured that racket out a long time ago. The first time I saw the vacuum, I was so scared I peed in the dining room. I didn’t get treats for that…

Murphy sez: Well, maybe you’re not as smart as me, Brother Dear.

Mica sez: At least I don’t smell like flowers, Little Dude.

Murphy sez: Just you wait. It’ll be your turn for a bath soon enough!

Exhausting week - let's do it again!
                                   All worn out…bedtime!

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Girly Stuff?

MurphyBone

Mica sez: Hey Murph, that’s a snazzy new legging J made for ya. Makes you look like you’re headed for the tundra or something. How’s it working for ya?

Murphy sez: It is pretty cool, isn’t it? Except the bows. They’re kinda girly. J should rethink that part of the design. Get me some velcro or buttons or something. But it’s comfy, and it doesn’t stick to my sore leg, and it’s got lots of little holes to let air in. I like it, except it’s not as much fun to lick on account of I get all those yarn thingies on my tongue. And it’s loose in the main part, so I can’t get good trak-shun when I need to itch that sore. This is just the pro-toe-type though. I think she’s gonna make more. Maybe she’ll make the next one tighter? She said she might make me a shoulder strap to hold it up. Not sure how *that* will work…

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Mica sez: I wouldn’t count on it, dude. I think the not-licking thing is important, considering how many times she tells me to stop licking my legs. Geez. But I hear you’re getting a new cone too, on account of your old one is getting worn out. And some kind of silver spray – are you gonna go gray?

Murphy sez: I’m kinda worried about the new cone – it might be too long. But J says there won’t be any plastic thingies to poke my neck, and there’s padding on the top and bottom, so it might be more comfortable. We’ll see. I don’t know nothin’ about the silver spray. Sounds kind of scary though. J says it might help my sore leg, but we’ll see. Doesn’t seem like putting metal on it will help. Except chain mail might be fun. We could go medieval on those bunnies…

Mica sez: Somehow I don’t think J would appreciate that much. Though she has been taking us on longer walks lately. Maybe we’re in training to take over the city or something. That could be fun. We could ban all cats.

Murphy sez: And vacuum cleaners. Weren’t we going to talk about evil machines today, Mica? Except I haven’t done any research lately. J was too busy to vacuum last week, and the week before I think I was outside. Hmm. I’ll have to find out where the big yellow beast hides. I’ve only seen it once, but it was ferocious and I wanted to kill it.

Mica sez: I remember. You were getting a little too excited about that, and I thought I might have to take you down. And J didn’t like that, so we both got put in time out. Over a vacuum cleaner. That doesn’t seem fair, does it? These humans and their need to clean is confusing. And what’s with the grooming wipes, speaking of that? I mean…I don’t think we smell bad…

Murphy sez: Me neither, but J keeps talking about taking me to get a bath. My former foster mom is a groomer, and it’ll be fun to see her again, but I’m kind of liking this whole no bathing thing. It’s good to be a dog. It’s good to smell like a dog. And we can always bathe in the rain…we shoulda done that Wednesday when we couldn’t go walking ‘cause of all the water comin’ down.

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Mica sez: I don’t like baths. I hate getting my feet wet. And I hate getting my nails trimmed, and J says I have to go to the vet for that one of these days, because my nails are so long. Her nails are long. Why do I have to cut mine? They’re good traction, I tell ya! Sheesh. She’s been threatening to clip them herself, and I don’t like that either, but I really don’t like that buzzy-sander thing…

Murphy sez: Aw, it’s not so bad once you get used to it. Ya gotta keep your nails short so your toes don’t hurt. And you can sneak around then too – no one can hear you coming. It’s fun.

Mica sez: I don’t know about all this bathing/nail cutting thing…it’s not very dogly. Are you sure we can’t get out of it? Maybe if we both go roll in the dirt afterwards or something.

Murphy sez: Yeah, we could do that. ‘Cept I prefer to roll on the carpet like I do every night. It just feels so good to be free of the cone that I go a little nutty. Makes J & B laugh.

Mica sez: You’re such a clown. So next week we’re gettin’ all gussied up then, eh? I suppose one bath won’t kill me. But the nail trim might. If I don’t come back, I want you to…

Murphy sez: Oh stop. I’m the dramatic one, remember? Suck it up, buster. But not like a vacuum…

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This & That

If the perfect bone exists, it's gotta be in this basket...
If the perfect bone exists, it’s gotta be in this basket…

 

Murphy sez: Hey – it’s Friday again! And we made it a whole week without fighting. That’s pretty cool, isn’t it Mica?

Mica sez: Sure is. Not that you could tell by the way you tore into your own leg the other night. What was that all about, anyways?

Murphy sez: I don’t know what came over me! One minute B let me lay outside in the sun and I was soaking it up after being housebound for two days ‘cause of the rain, and the next minute, J got home and I ran inside to see her and she was not amused by the blood. She bandaged me up though, and told B where to find the leggings so he could give me a thicker one when he gets home before her. I don’t normally chew through the thick ones, just those thin ones she was using for the daytime when I’m in my cone.

Mica sez: That’s some nasty habit you got there, Murph. Hopefully you can kick it someday. I mean, that kinda hurts, I bet. It was kind of a busy week though – maybe that’s why you got all chewy with your bad self. What with meeting J’s parents last weekend, and then the whole putting recycling out last Tuesday night…not to mention three late nights in a row where our routine was busted due to J’s lack of planning. No wonder you were kinda on edge.

So good I can't be still long enough for a picture.
So good I can’t be still long enough for a picture.

Murphy sez: You know it. J’s parents seem pretty nice though, and they’re calm, so that was a fun meeting. J should plan better, so we have her to ourselves late nights during the week. I mean, we’re usually sleeping while she’s writing her stories, but still. Routines are good. They make me feel all warm & fuzzy.

Mica sez: I think that’s the blankets you keep tunneling under at night. I don’t know how you stand it – it’s gotta be like five million degrees under there, and you’re snoozin’ away like it’s nothing. I bet you like that J’s been having to turn the air conditioning on in the afternoons lately, eh?

Murphy sez: You’re just jealous ‘cause I’m such a hot dog. Get it? Hot dog! And funny, too. Hey Mica, do you think that bunny we almost caught the other day will be out by that one house later tonight? He was only like two inches from my nose when he bolted in front of us. I think J should let us walk out at the end of the leashes so we can catch dinner. We’d be good hunters, don’t you think? And she’s mixing some raw food in with our kibble now anyways – we can contribute!

Less TV, more walkies, please!
Less TV, more walkies, please!

 

Mica sez: I don’t know about funny, but you’re definitely silly. And apparently you weren’t listening – J wasn’t real happy about the prospect of walking a couple of bloody dogs home if we get to unstuff one of those live stuffies. I’m thinking she’s not gonna give us much wiggle room on the leads. It would sure be more fun if J wasn’t such a control freak. Except that’s what gets you your routines, I s’pose.

Murphy sez: Yeah, I guess. I still think we could catch our own rabbit and squirrels. Those pesky squirrels are so smug, runnin’ up in their trees and watching us walk past like they own the world. Kinda like that Marvin-dog we met last Saturday through the neighbor’s fence. He’s kind of an odd-looking little dude…like a cross between a German Shepherd and a Dachshund or something. I tried to pee on him through the fence, but he was too quick. I’ll get him next time.

Mica sez: Yeah, I would’ve taken him on without the fence between us. That guy was asking for trouble, if you ask me. I don’t know why you were so calm about the whole thing, but I was willing to go along until the lady with him started yelling. I don’t even think she was mad, just loud, but man…it was kinda trippy. Probably a good thing J made me go inside so I couldn’t start something. Coulda been fun though.

Murphy sez: Nah…people are the only ones worth fighting over. Although we managed to contain ourselves the other night when the neighbor and his friend were out smokin’. Barely.

Mica sez: Just wait until this summer – he has parties almost every week. Lots of people to bark at – it’s good exercise, and the best part is, he doesn’t even care if we make noise. Although the other neighbors kinda might, on account of their kids. And J doesn’t care much for barking unless we’re actually trying to tell her something. I tell her all the time about people passing by outside, but she doesn’t seem interested in that either. Just people who knock on our door, and now we have that sign…

Murphy sez: You are kinda loud, dude. Maybe you should be quieter like me. I only bark when I want something – like when J’s mixing up our food, or when I need to go out. Or at the vacuum. Vacuums are evil.

Mica sez: You could write a whole post about evil vacuums, Murph. This post is getting kind of long though, and I think it’s time for you to go crawl into one of those blanket forts. We can talk about vacuums next week.

Murphy sez: Fine – if you say so. But I think we should share something useful. Like how to kill vacuums. Then we could be heroes! I need to think up a superhero name…

Bellies up!
Bellies up!

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Behold the Gates of Hell

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Murphy sez: I had no idea that the entrance to the underworld was right at our front door, but last Sunday, this guy I’d never met before walked right in (J let him!), and the next thing I know, Mica and me were squaring off over who got to get petted first. At least I think that’s what we were fighting over. Hard to say, since I was so excited and all.

Mica sez: That human is really fun. He loves us dogs, and he’s got a loud voice, and he’s mine. I don’t know why you had to horn in on my fun. I mean, he always makes me sit, but it’s okay, ‘cuz I like him. You were all hoppy and excited, I was jumpy and excited, the entryway is kinda small…

Murphy sez: Yeah, but I’m top dog around here – we already agreed about that. We don’t fight about anything else, so this is stupid. Also, I like humans. And treats. We could share, I guess. But I get to be the greeting committee. It’s my job.

Mica sez: Yeah, well, doesn’t look like either of us is gonna get to do that for awhile, since we had to go another round on Wednesday. It’s not like we knew the mailman was just dropping off a package – he knocked, I thought he was coming in. And greeting should be my job, dang it. It’s been my job for years. Why do you gotta ruin everything?

J sez: Simmer down, boys. You’re both done being hooligans. You’ll either learn to behave when someone knocks, or you’ll learn to kennel up. I’d prefer the whole behaving like civil dogs option myself, but I’m not above crating if need be. Either way, you’ve both got a weekend of intense training ahead. Murphy needs to meet my parents, since they take care of you guys when we’re gone.

I can just about reach 'em...
The infamous gate. And new bowl of treats. I can just about reach ’em…

Murphy sez: Well that sounds ominous. We’ll be good, right Mica? I like meeting new people. Or it seems like fun, anyways. Unless we’re walking. I don’t much care for people interrupting our walks. Can’t they see we’re busy patrolling? It’s serious business.

Mica sez: I’ll consider behaving. The flower stuff J gave me for “calming” kind has me way mellow right now. I think she overdid it. That, or all these sore muscles from rumblin’ with you. I’m not a youngster anymore, Murph. Dang it.

Murphy sez: Me neither, but I have good joint supplements. J should get you some without fish, so you can have some too. That ter-mer-ik seems to be helping though. Good thing she gave you extra last night. She gave me some new flower stuff too – I kinda like it, but too soon to tell if it’s gonna help me with weird noises or not like it’s supposed to. Whatever. It tastes good, anyways.

Mica sez: It’s kind of ironic that we got into a fight when the mailman brought us calm-down stuff. He was probably glad J didn’t get a chance to open the door until he was gone. I don’t think the guy from Sunday will be back anytime soon either. B said we sort of traumatized him with all our yelling. If he does come back, I think he should give us treats.

Murphy sez: I do love treats – yum! I wonder if I could knock that new treat bowl off the shelf by the front gate. I know J put it there to reward us for being nice when we’re in that area together, but it’s not really *that* high up…

Mica sez: Hey Murph – do you realize you’ve been here three weeks now? I kinda thought you were just here for a visit. But seems like you’ll be staying, eh?

Murphy sez: Yeah, I think I live here now. Maybe that’s why we’re both a bit on edge with the door thing. I mean, everyone’s polite while they’re just visiting (or entertaining guests) right? Decide to move in together, and pretty soon you’re wandering around without your socks and chewing each other’s raw bones. Don’t even get me started on bedhead…

Mica sez: *sigh* Neither of us have enough hair for bedhead, Murphy. You’re getting loopy….

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