Nicknames: PsychoPuppy, SpazzJr, Smurphy, Murph, Murphster, Murpholater, Murpholetta, Sir Spazzalot
Birthday: January 29th 2005
Likes: Exploring, Playing, Wrestling with Ripley, Stealing Mom's underware, Defending the yard from birds
Pet-Peeves: Not getting to play with the other guys, Birds, Airplanes, Trash Trucks, Cars in the alley
Favorite Toy: Rope toys, anything that Flower or Bubba has at the moment
Favorite Food: Anything
Favorite Walk: Patrol Duty, back yard. No birds allowed! Airplanes, either!
Best Tricks: He's learned to sit so far.
Arrival Story: East Lake Pet Orphanage rescued Murphy after the SPCA of Texas called them to see if they could help. He has chronic dry eye, so he needed a family that understood the condition and how to treat it. We have a Cocker with eye troubles (see Bubba), so it doesn't bother us!
Bio: Murphy is still a puppy, so he's a bit of a spazz. He's named for Murphy's Irish Stout, since he's about that color. He's graduated from school at Petsmart, and is taking the rest of the summer to consider the workforce or graduate school.
Some men came and sprayed some strange stuff all over the carpets this afternoon. It smelled really funny after they left and Mom finally let us out. Dad said the smell was called "clean." I fixed it. It doesn't smell clean anymore, at least in one spot.
I had to go visit my vet last week because I cut my foot on something in the back yard while I was on patrol, and Mom said I was leaving blood trails in the house. You would think that was cool, since I'm so macho, but she was scared. Women.
When my foot didn't get better by the weekend, I had to go back on Saturday wit Mom and Dad, and my vet took my toenail off. It hurt! Then, she wrapped my foot up really tight and made me wear a cone so I couldn't chew on it, not that I would.
Mom found out Monday that I could chew on it anyway because the cone wasn't that big - haha! You would think she would be proud of me for being able to beat the cone, but instead, she made me wear Bubba's old cone, and then I couldn't reach my foot anymore.
So, Dad took me to the vet today to have the bandage changed, but my regular doctor wasn't there. My new vet said my foot looks really good and I don't have to wear the bandage anymore! He said licking it isn't going to hurt it at this point, and letting it air out a bit would probably be good for it. He told Dad that letting it soak a couple of times a day and then drying it off would be a good idea. Dad looked relieved, but he told me that's going to make Mom crazy.
That's not the bad part.
While they were taking the bandage off, the staff said my foot smelled bad! Then, the doctor told my Dad I was stinky and I needed a bath! The nerve! Has he ever smelled Bubba?
We have had a lot of rain - the water from the sky stuff. It seems like it's been raining forever, and I hate having to get my feet wet just to go potty. Mom has a couple of rooms with white grass, so I would much prefer to just go there, but for some reason, she gets really annoyed about it. Does it really matter if the grass is white instead of green and inside instead of outside? She needs to get a grip sometimes.