Murphy


Dachshund
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Age: 19 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs


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   Leave a bone for Murphy

Nicknames:
Murr Man, Murf, Moo, My Sweet BaBoo, Murman the German, The Murminator!, Murphy-Durphy (by my nephew)

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
November 8th 1994

Likes:
Biting trees (to get the squirrels out! - he thinks it works), playing ball, rides in the truck with his ears blowing in the wind, being with his Momma!

Pet-Peeves:
The cat mostly, but he hates it when his sister jumps on him, esp. when he's already under the covers! Small kids aren't a source of fun for him either! He has an unnatural hatred for cows, too. And, like most dachshunds, he despises the vacuum.

Favorite Toy:
His raquetball or if he has a squeaky ball. The squeaky ball doesn't last, but the raquetball is there in the end!

Favorite Food:
Peanut Butter - A very special treat!

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere that takes him near a tree that he can bite.

Best Tricks:
When you point your finger and shoot him, he walks a circle and dies!

Arrival Story:
My cousin's mini dachshund, Cinnamon, had 4 puppies and my mom picked him out because he was the runt! He outgrew everyone and is now a tweenie. He is especially close to me because my cousin, Caren, died of Cancer in 1998 and he is a wonderful little daily reminder of her!

Bio:
His big, amber eyes look into my soul wanting only attention from me. If I don't respond in appropriate time he gives a solicitous sneeze. His ears folded back in a frolicsome way he nudges his ball close to me. As I reach down for the toy, a grumble erupts and the game has commenced instantly! His wide, whitened feet grab at my hands until beaten, I free his reward. Then, back for some more, he gives me the ball with this game, he would never get bored. When the time comes around for his cuddles and rubs he excitedly nips at my feet. With the clicks of his nails on the carpet below we prepare for his favorite treat- I climb into bed and ease under the sheets as he hops from his ramp up to me. He works his way in and snuggles up close with a roll, he presents the belly. If a siren goes by on the streets late at night a lump, under the blankets, appears. He pokes out his head and looks to the moon and a low, mournful howl fills my ears. As time passes on and the years tick on by and his deep, auburn hair turns to gray. I cherish each cuddle and savor each whine and pray for each wonderful day. A child to me, although furry and short my Murphy is part of my soul. Every day that goes by only strengthens our bond without him, I wouldn't be whole. As I tickle his neck and he looks in my eyes I know that he understands me. For love is unspoken and needs no account and comes unconditionally.

Forums Motto:
The world is round, lets play fetch w/it



I've Been On Dogster Since:
May 10th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Meet my family
Mosquito
(Skeeter)
Gutter (In
Very Loving
Memory)
Timi (Gone But
Not Forgotten)
Moot
Frankie

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The Life and Times of Murphy


The New One

October 12th 2008 1:38 pm
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Ok, I've been pretty patient with this new puppy. I didn't think she was going to be here very long but she hasn't left yet. Momma says that she has a heart problem but she seems normal to me. I think she's fakin' it. She takes all of my toys and always wants to play even when we're tryin' to sleep. I don't know if she is a permanent fixture in our house but I don't think I like it. We'll see.
Murphy

 

Letter to Santa

December 19th 2007 8:36 am
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Dear Santa,
This is my first year to write you (and I'm 13 years old!). I've never asked for anything, although when Momma takes us to Pet Smart, I am very interested in the toys! I'm writing this year to ask you for a special Christmas present. Gutter has been missing since this summer. No one has called us or his Veterinarian to let us know where he is. Momma, Skeeter and I do NOT think that he crossed the Rainbow Bridge - even though he is 17 years old. He was very healthy. We miss him very much and would like him back home, where he belongs. What I'm asking is, if someone has him, would you please find it in your heart to take him back or make the people give him back to his family. He was my big brother and taught me a lot. I want him back. If you can't bring him home, please tell him that we love him and miss him dearly and wish that he could escape from where ever he is and run back to us. Tell him that we are ALWAYS thinking about him.
Thanks Santa and have a Merry Christmas,
Murphy

 

Song!

September 13th 2007 11:26 am
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My momma re-wrote the lyrics to MICKEY! Here they are!
Oh Murphy, what a whine
What a whine, it's playin' time
Hey Murphy, Hey Murphy!

You've been playin' all night, and that's a little long
You think you've got it right but I think you've got it wrong
Why can't you say goodnight, and leave that ball alone, Murphy?

Cuz when you seem to chill, you really, really won't
You're bringing me the ball, Murphy please, Murphy don't
Every night the squeaks chill me to the bone, Murphy!

Oh Murphy, what a pity, you don't understand
You slobber on the ball then you put it in my hand
Oh Murphy, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's dogs like you Murphy!
Oh what you do, Murphy, do Murphy
Don't be a fart, Murphy!

Now when you got me by the shoes and never let'em go
And every time I move, you let a little teeth show
It's funny for a while, until you make a hole, Murphy!

So, I'll play a game with you any way I can
Any way you want to do it, boy, I'll make the game grand!
But please, puppy, please, don't bite me on the hand, Murphy!

Oh Murphy, what a whine!
What a whine, it's playin' time!
Hey Murphy, Hey Murphy!!!!!

 
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