…is Spring! Brr! Murphy sez: I’m not a cold-weather dog. No way, no how. So you can imagine my dismay for the past two weeks when it’s been too cold to walk, or even hang out in the backyard barking at squirrels. It was okay for a night or two, but this is getting ridiculous. Mica sez: I’ll tell you what’s ridiculous. Ridiculous is those stupid fleece booties J makes us wear when it gets below about 5 degrees (f)….
Mica sez: I’m not sure why we’re dictating this post now, Murph. I mean, we haven’t had dinner yet. And after the day we’ve had, I’m starving. Can’t we do this later? Murphy sez: Well, we could, but we did promise to have J put a post up on Sunday, and we’ve been working her pretty hard today. I mean, from the time J got up to feed us (late, I should mention), we’ve been up and at ‘em. That’s…
Murphy sez: I think you all know by now that J is an unreliable translator. She gets confused sometimes, and we were too last week, on account of her being home an extra day for something she called a “fed-er-al hol-i-day”. I think it addled her brain a bit, but it’s okay. We got extra bully sticks, so no one’s complaining, right Mica? Mica sez: Nope. Well, not too much, anyways. I mean, the couch is always mine during weekdays,…
Mica sez: I noticed you’ve been more excited about walkin’ lately, Murph. What gives? Murphy sez: It’s not 9 billion degrees out, for one thing. I like walkin’ when it’s cool. We can go fast, and smell lots of stuff, and not fall over half-ded when we get home. It’s awesome! Mica sez: It is more comfy out, for sure. Of course we have to walk after dark now, which is okay until the lights in our leashes both run…
Mica sez: So Murph – I hear you’re gonna have to start wearing your cone at night too for awhile. J sure seemed upset this morning when she saw what you did to your scabs… Murphy sez: I know, I know. I was doing pretty good, leaving my leg alone not just at night, but early mornings. Especially after J started putting the yarn leggings over the top of my normal ones. I don’t like how the yarn feels on…
Murphy sez: Man, oh man. What are we gonna do about J, Mica? I mean, skipping one week’s blog post is one thing, but two? That’s a serious in-frack-shun. I think we should come up with a suitable punishment. Like she has to give us more treats or something. It’s not like we can type our stories ourselves… Mica sez: Humans are weird, Murph. Always doing all these things that they *think* are important, but really, nothing’s as important as…
Murphy sez: I’m not sure where to start this week, Mica. I mean, there’s so much to discuss. A cat, a pumpkin shortage, aliens, a hair guy, someone at the front door, those pesky squirrels in the neighbor’s tree, new sidewalks, new posting days…I mean, how are we gonna keep it all straight? Mica sez: Well geez, Murph. I think you just told everyone everything we had to talk about. We might as well just let the nice people go…
Mica sez: Wow, Murphy. It’s been a crazy week around here. I don’t even think people are going to believe it. Wild, wacky stuff. But I think we’re handling it pretty well, don’t you? Almost as good as those olympic people that J and B have been watching on TV this week… Murphy sez: Of course we are. Because we’re just that good. The “only a tiny bit of a freakout at the motorcycle gang who nearly ran us over…
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…