Behold the Gates of Hell


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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Welcome Home, Murphy!



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.


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!


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.


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!)…