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.
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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