Rabble Rousin’

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Murphy sez: I’m free! Of the office, I mean. J and B said Mica & me did so well over the weekend at getting along that I could try staying out with him on Monday, as long as I still wore my cone. J kept the front blind closed so Mica couldn’t bark and get all worked up about stuff outside like he tends to, but we mostly just slept all morning. So she let us stay out in the afternoon too, and since there were no injuries and we didn’t look “stressed” (whatever that means), that was that. No more tiny office during the day. I do still have to wear my legging though – J’s worried that the cone bumps it too much during the day, and makes it more tender. She’s gonna make me some spongy leggings with yarn that have bigger holes for air, but will stop the cone from bumping my sore. Whatever – I don’t mind. I’m used to the legging, so I don’t even notice.

Mica sez: I wish that leg of yours would hurry up and heal. I wanna play, but J says we can’t, ’cause I always go for the legs first when I play fight. She’s not sure we should wrestle anyways on account of the size difference, but I think it would be good…bonding. Like football.

Murphy sez: You know I could take ya, Mica. Anyways, my leg seems to be healing a lot faster, because it’s itching way more than it was. J put some yellow stuff on it – that ter-mer-ik paste we get with our meals, and I really wanted to just eat it, so I kept licking at the legging. Why waste good food on skin?! But she said it looked lots better the day after, and maybe she’ll do it again this weekend. She’s gotta find something to stop the itching first though. Or just fix the spray thingy on the liquid bandaid that seems to work for that.

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Mica sez: Oils and bandaids and pastes and socks…you’re kind of a high-maintenance dog, Murph, and you always smell sort of girly with that lavender stuff. If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were a pansy. But the way you chased the squirrel up the wood pile yesterday…that was gnarly, dude. I thought J was gonna have a heart attack when she had to climb up after you in her work clothes. It’s a pretty good trick to climb a wood pile in those clicky heeled shoes.

Murphy sez: That squirrel should have been second breakfast, dang it. I almost had him, too. And then I was trying to decide whether to go up the neighbor’s tree beside the fence after him, or team up with that big guy in the next yard when J grabbed my tail to stop me and made me get down. I don’t know what the big deal was. I think I heard “treat” before she grabbed me, but a squirrel is worth like 50 treats, right? She sure was anxious about me going over the fence though. Said I wouldn’t have survived the 10-12 foot drop on the other side with my legs like they are, and that I should never, ever scare her like that again. Pshaw. I’m rubber-ball-bouncy. I could do it.

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The wood pile – now blockaded with various items to discourage climbing (like…a rake? Really?).

She also said I’m not a cat, so no climbing trees. Of course I’m not a cat – cats are for eating. Why would I want to be a cat? Silly J. I never actually promised her I wouldn’t go up there again, so she piled a bunch of slippery stuff all around the wood so it’s harder to find a foothold. I’m a good boy – I’ll stay down. You know. Unless there’s another squirrel. Or a cat. Or maybe one of those fat black birds with the red chests…

Mica sez: You might not be bouncy enough for that particular drop, Tigger – especially considering the way you’re gimping around today. And then there’s the mastiff on the other side – I don’t know if he’s too friendly. But I’m impressed you remembered that lecture, considering J had to tell you to get out of the garden like ten times in the last week. I know you’re just trying to help weed by eating the grass, but she doesn’t appreciate stuff like that. Maybe we’ll try helping her and B dig out the perimeter of the yard next week. They did say something about digging up all the dirt before they get new grass…

Murphy sez: You mean like when you buried both of the bones she gave us last weekend, and then let her find mine, but kept yours hidden? That wasn’t cool, man. She tossed mine out because you didn’t have yours. I can’t believe you dug it up two days later for a midnight snack! But it was pretty funny when she threw it out because it was raw and you left it buried for two days. You should have seen your face!

Mica sez: Hey Murph – how many times did J have to tell you “No lickies!” today?

Murphy sez: Bite me, dude. Woof!

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New Kid in Town

Cruisin' the salad bar out back of my new digs...
    Cruisin’ the salad bar out back of my new digs…

Murphy sez: So I moved into a new place about a week ago, and I have to say, Keeper J runs a pretty tight ship. I mean, the first thing we had to do when I arrived (after my foster mom moved all my stuff) was go for a walk with my new housemate, Mica.

In the wind and rain. With no sidewalks. Uphill. For what felt like six miles.

The foster folks had disappeared by the time I got back to the new place. I looked for them a little bit, but there was so much to sniff and play with that I kind of got sidetracked. And then after I got my fancy new collar, I fell asleep early on a cozy bed I found in the living room. Had a nice soft blanket too, but man, these people keep their house warm, so I scooted out of it pretty quick.

Mica seems to like having me around most of the time, but if I get in his space when he’s not expectin’ it, he grumbles a little. I don’t really care – I just ignore him mostly. He’s kind of jumpy, but most of the time he’s pretty easy to get along with. I beat him up one time, so he’s respectful. We’ve had one other loud “discussion” since, but hey, two big bad dudes like us gotta work things out, ya know? Then we have a treat and chew some bones, maybe take a nap.

Mica sez: I am not grumpy. I just don’t like anyone in my space. Do you really have to shake those toys so hard? I thought that was my job! What am I supposed to do now? And seriously…rolling around on your back like some floozy? You’re weird, kid…but I like you. Mostly.

Murphy Sez: Shush – I’m talking here. What was I talking about? Oh right. That’s what I was talking about – tight ship. J has everything on a tight schedule around here, so it was pretty easy to figure out what happens when. I get super-excited about food, especially, so she says we have to work on the whole “waiting patiently and not barking” thing. I don’t know why. I mean, I’m just telling her I’m excited. Well, and to hurry up. ‘Cause that patience thing isn’t one of my virtues, or so she tells me. What’s a virtue, anyways? Can I eat it?

Kids these days, I swear...
                            Not grumpy!

Mica sez: Only if J says so. I eat random things, I get sick for a good twelve hours. But if it smells good…

Murphy sez: I had to spend most of the weekdays in J’s office, on account of she didn’t want Mica and me to fight while she was at work. I have two beds in there though, and some bones and toys, and the radio playing, so it’s…cozy. I’m kinda getting tired of it though, and told her so. Loudly. She says we’ll work on it this weekend. She did let me stay out with Mica while she went and got a pizza, but I still had to wear that stupid cone around my neck. J says it’s gonna be longer before I can ditch that thing. But she thinks I will, eventually.

Mica sez: That thing is weird, dude. You’d better work yourself out of it soon. It looks ridiculous! But it’s a good way to keep a personal buffer. Maybe I need one of those, come to think about it. Or a bubble. Bubbles are fun. But kinda scary.

Murphy sez: I even had to go to the doctor this week, just to meet the new doc, and have her look at my leg. She and J talked for way too long after I was ready to get home, but I got lots of pets and loves, and some new tags for my collar, and then we went home. So it was okay, I guess. I loved the people, but the waiting and prodding and poking? Not so much.

Mica sez: I can’t believe you got to go for a ride and I didn’t. So. Not. Fair. But I’m glad you came back.

Murphy sez: Me too! It’s been a really busy week with lots of new stuff going on, but I’m doing good, and I have warm blankies at night and bunny patrol with Mica through the neighborhood every day (when it’s not raining). I even have squirrels to watch in the neighbor’s trees! I’m gonna catch one of those fuzz-buckets some day…

Mica sez: Mmm…small fuzzy things. We should definitely team up for that. And barking at the window too. But you gotta watch the couch dismount, Murph.

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Welcome Home, Murphy!

 

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Murphy-dog is now in “da house”! And doing much better than I think any of us thought he would do right away…which is awesome.

Murphy has some quirks (and we knew that – we like quirky around here), and I was kind of concerned that just switching houses/families would set back some of the great progress his foster family made with him over the past year. He chews on his legs when he’s anxious – we’re not talking just basic licking, but rather tearing chunks of flesh out, even down to the bone sometimes. That sock on his leg? That’s to keep him from licking/chewing a fairly large open wound he gave himself the Saturday before my husband and I went to meet him.

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Needless to say, he has to wear a cone on his head when no one’s home so he can’t self-mutilate when his anxiety is triggered, and we all (us and his foster family) figured that he’d need to wear it at night again with us because we don’t allow the dogs to sleep in our bedroom (and he was sleeping with his foster family). But he was so relaxed and comfy late Thursday night that my husband and I decided to try it without the cone, because we wanted to change his normal routine as *little as possible* to hopefully make the transition easier. I was pretty sure Murphy would be okay, but I went to bed after tucking him in knowing that I could wake up to a bloodbath in the morning. It was a calculated risk, but still a risk.

Happily enough, the only thing I woke up to was a low growl when poor Murphy didn’t know who I was in the dark. As soon as I told him good morning, he was his normal happy-go-lucky self (and super-excited about breakfast). His legging was still in place, no damage to either leg, and he even went back to bed after breakfast and didn’t have any chewing problems when I went downstairs to do my yoga, nor when I was in the shower. Whew!

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No problems last night either, and after breakfast, we all went back to bed (normal for weekends), and he did just fine without chewing at all. He did pop a blood blister that I think was caused by the elastic on his legging, but that’s understandable – those things suck. I cleaned it up and found a legging long enough to cover it, and he’s been fine the rest of the morning.

His sock/legging wardrobe is bigger than mine. LOL His foster-grandma made a bunch of leggings especially for him, which is absolutely wonderful (and means I still don’t have to do laundry more than once a week – the leggings have to be changed several times a day). He even came with PJs she made him, though we keep our house so warm I doubt he’ll ever need them here. They’re still adorable, though. Snowsuit, maybe?

He’s settling in nicely to our routines, and Mica seems happy enough to have another dog around again, even if he does think Murphy is about the goofiest dog ever sometimes. It’s amusing to see Mica watching when Murph is rolling around on his back or flinging toys literally across the room and behind furniture. He grumbles a little when Murphy gets a little too energetic and bounces into Mica’s space, but nothing serious, and Murphy just ignores him. The dogs are still learning to communicate well, but they’re learning quickly and much more comfortable with each other than I thought they’d be this early.

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We’re still sort of in the “honeymoon” period, so there may be a few things to work out later on, once Murphy knows he’s staying for good. But given how they’re interacting now, I’m confident there won’t be anything we can’t work through.

Overall, this has gone really well, and I’m so glad we could take Murphy in and give him a good home! He’s been through a lot, and now he can just relax and play and live the life of a spoiled house doggie.

Now, I just really need to get a bigger couch…

In any case, I’m going to start a new blog series on Fridays with updates from Mica & Murphy. Tune in for the next installment next Friday (no April fools – promise!)…

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