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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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…

MurphyCrochetedSock

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.

MicaEars

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…

DogBacks


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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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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.

MurphyBedtime


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