The New One

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

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!

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!!!!!

Bath:(

Momma gave us a bath this Wednesday. That's never any fun. I almost got away under the bed, but Momma caught me. I've been so itchy lately, so she bathed me with a special shampoo. It didn't work, so she gave me a Benedryl. That helped some. I think I might need another one today. It's kind of hard to itch a certain spot when my short little legs won't reach it. Momma is usually there to help me, unless she's at work. Anyway, the bath did feel kinda good, but I still don't enjoy them. I did attack the towel afterwards, when Momma was drying me off! That part is FUN! Momma wiggles the towel and it makes me MAD! It's a fun game and worth a bath! I'd like to play the towel game without a bath, but Momma says that I ruin her towels. Oh well.

DOG PARK!!!!

Momma took us to the dog park yesterday morning! There are so many things to sniff but I do tend to get a bit nervous when the big dogs play around me. They run me over and my back isn't so good. If I hang by Momma, she protects me. There were a couple of "holes" that I could poke my head in!! That was fun! We also met a couple of friends out there too! Momma wants to try and get a Dachshund Meet-up group to go out there on some weekends to meet people and their Doxies! They have a great fenced in area for us small dogs to play without worrying about getting trampled by the big whipper-snappers! Anyway, we always have a good time over there, but it got too hot, so Momma took us back home. I think she's gonna bathe us tonight. I'm gonna try and stay under the bed so she can't get me! Here's hoping!
Murf

Gutter

I am very sad today. My momma told me that Gutter (who lives in Victoria, Tx) has run off. He does that a lot but has always come home the same day. He even taught me how when I was a pup, but I wanted to wait at home for momma to come home and cuddle me. He liked momma's cuddlin too but he also liked to go around from house to house in the neighborhood and collect treats! He is my big brother and I learned everything from him. Momma says not to give up cuz there is no proof of foul play - whatever that means. Since we live in Austin, I don't see him a whole lot. I do miss him though and desparately want him to come home. Maybe he's lyin around someone's air conditioned house, locked in. He really enjoys bein outside, so I bet somebody's got him holed up. He also must have lost his tags, cuz he was wearing them. Momma's upset too. He got her through high school. We have always wanted him to live with us here in Austin, but he's a digger and we were afraid that if he dug out here, he would be confused and run away. Maybe he's on his way here right now! I can dream. Well, I hope that where ever Gutter is right now, that he is healthy and happy and thinking about us too. I miss you, Gutter. Please come home.

Poem

My momma wrote a poem for me and I want to share it with everyone!!!
Here it is:

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 come 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 fill 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.

My momma really loves me.
She said that she's gonna write one for Skeeter too!

Vacation

Momma left me, Skeeter and Moot at home while she went on vacation with our family. The place they stayed didn't want dogs or cats there. That's kind of mean, especially since a Bull Mastiff lives there normally. Me and Skeeter don't even come close to making what a Mastiff makes! Anyway, our friend, Marianna came over and took care of us. I still wish that we could've gone with Momma. I bet we would've had fun there, even though the two little bald two-leggers were there. I missed Momma sooooo much. Skeeter too. When she came home, it was all kisses and whines until Momma could'nt breathe anymore! We made sure she felt guilty for leaving us. She is gonna take us on a fun day today. I don't know what she has in store for us!!! I hope it involves water, so we won't get too hot! It's finally not raining today! I'll keep you informed.

Rain

Well, it's been rainin' and rainin' for a week now. I hate the wet ground - it soaks my belly. Me and the "cat" have been getting along better. My mom is makin' me be nice. He scares me, though. I can't see real good and he hides in the shadows - he's solid black, that's not fair! Anyway, he's kinda bein' nicer to me, so I guess I'll chill out.
My momma took me to see my cousins this weekend. Roxi and Trane are at least tolerable, but their bald little two-legged brother likes to mess with me. Momma is usually right there to stop him, but sometimes he gets through. I can't bite him or everyone would be real mad at me, so I just growl a little. Momma doesn' t even like it when I do that. They call me a grump. But the weekend went by without a problem and I got to ride in the truck with Momma. I guess while it's rainin', I'll practice bein' nicer to the "cat".

Itchy

Momma took me to her work today to give me an Oatmeal bath because my skin has been super itchy. She gave me a half of a Benedryl too. It made me feel sooooo much better. To make up for the bath, she took me to her softball game last night too!! It was okay. I wish I could go on the field with her and play, but the Umps won't let me. Momma says it's dangerous. So I wait patiently by the dugout for her to come in and love on me between innings! Don't tell her, but I kind of missed Skeeter not going with us, although it was nice to NOT have her jumping on me. I think that I liked the trip in the truck better than the game. Momma and I have fun driving together. She even let me put my head out of the window (not on the highway, though - it's too windy and I don't like it). Well, back to my nap.