Fuzzybuns
11-26-2008, 05:15 PM
October 31, 1996-November 26, 2008
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Murphy-Mutt
Photographer's (Me) Comment: -snort- haha...A groomer I am not but he never seemed embarrassed.
Back in 1996 we wanted to get our 2½ year old daughter a dog and living in an apartment meant we needed a small one. Off to the shelter we went, only to have to continue our search for 2 days and into several towns away.
We waited for 3 hours for a trio of pups to be brought in and relinquished by the owner of their mom. Three of the blackest, poofiest 6 week old shizzies showed up and we got first dibs...taking the smallest and naming him Baxter. Baxter it was until we heard the way our daughter pronounced it...then we promptly changed his name to Murphy.
Can't have a baby running around shouting "Bastar-"!!
Murphy never took to dog food, preferring table food to the point of almost starving himself. Spaghetti would bring him from a deep sleep and after having his bowl, he'd wipe his orange beard all over my carpet. He wouldn't go within 10 feet of any kind of squeaky toy...ever! However, he did have this one that we called "Girlfriend"; she was a white fleece and rope dog that he would drag everywhere...I spent hours trying to get her squeak to break. It never did, so for 8 years, we had to be careful in case he heard her, lol.
There were so many laughs with him, like the time he wanted out and he thought the screen was open on the sliding door...he took off so fast that when he hit the screen, his butt flew up and over! Watching him catch snow flakes on his tongue, chasing cats to snort and blow in their ears, and scratching his back on the lower frame of the couch (it was obscene), and barking so hard that he bounced...oh, and playing soccer...those were the great times.
So old age took him from his post today at 3:34pm, for 12 years he was my constant companion, my sidekick, my third foot even though he belonged to my now 14 year old daughter. I was home with him while everybody was at work and school, I groomed him, I stayed up nights when he was sick, I was responsible for feeding him...we all loved him. He followed me to the bathroom, he sat and begged from me...I was momma.
It's all good Mutt...go play now, MawMaw's waiting for you.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/EmBeeTM/Photos/MurphyMutt.jpg
Rest In Peace Little One-We Love You
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/EmBeeTM/Photos/Muttdog.jpg
Murphy-Mutt
Photographer's (Me) Comment: -snort- haha...A groomer I am not but he never seemed embarrassed.
Back in 1996 we wanted to get our 2½ year old daughter a dog and living in an apartment meant we needed a small one. Off to the shelter we went, only to have to continue our search for 2 days and into several towns away.
We waited for 3 hours for a trio of pups to be brought in and relinquished by the owner of their mom. Three of the blackest, poofiest 6 week old shizzies showed up and we got first dibs...taking the smallest and naming him Baxter. Baxter it was until we heard the way our daughter pronounced it...then we promptly changed his name to Murphy.
Can't have a baby running around shouting "Bastar-"!!
Murphy never took to dog food, preferring table food to the point of almost starving himself. Spaghetti would bring him from a deep sleep and after having his bowl, he'd wipe his orange beard all over my carpet. He wouldn't go within 10 feet of any kind of squeaky toy...ever! However, he did have this one that we called "Girlfriend"; she was a white fleece and rope dog that he would drag everywhere...I spent hours trying to get her squeak to break. It never did, so for 8 years, we had to be careful in case he heard her, lol.
There were so many laughs with him, like the time he wanted out and he thought the screen was open on the sliding door...he took off so fast that when he hit the screen, his butt flew up and over! Watching him catch snow flakes on his tongue, chasing cats to snort and blow in their ears, and scratching his back on the lower frame of the couch (it was obscene), and barking so hard that he bounced...oh, and playing soccer...those were the great times.
So old age took him from his post today at 3:34pm, for 12 years he was my constant companion, my sidekick, my third foot even though he belonged to my now 14 year old daughter. I was home with him while everybody was at work and school, I groomed him, I stayed up nights when he was sick, I was responsible for feeding him...we all loved him. He followed me to the bathroom, he sat and begged from me...I was momma.
It's all good Mutt...go play now, MawMaw's waiting for you.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/EmBeeTM/Photos/MurphyMutt.jpg
Rest In Peace Little One-We Love You