Murphy the pug

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Disco Pug

I borrowed this from Uncle Smeg.

Friday, July 28, 2006

MY THRONE

Enough said....

The friendship of a dog

The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.
- George Graham West

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Another evening at the rehab hospital

Mom and I went to see Grandpa at the hospital again tonight. He was a little grumpy so Mommy held me for a bit. I fell asleep in her arms. Uncle Pierre said I thought I was a child, not a dog. I’m not a dog, I’m a pug. And in my mother’s arms in my rightful place.

Mommy had some pasta for dinner and I got to lick the bowl. I hope there’s a lick of ice cream for dessert!

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Just call me Dr. Murphy

Yup, that’s right folks, I’m a healer. I went to see my Grandpa today at the hospital. He was so happy to see me. Mommy put me on the bed and he smiled and said, “There’s my Murphy!” I gave him tons of kisses and he gave me a nice massage. Then he tried to convince Mommy that I was HIS dog. I stayed out of it. I laid down next to Grandpa and rested with him. I was so happy to be with him and he couldn’t stop petting me.

Then Grandma took me for a walk down the hall while Mommy did Grandpa’s memory homework with him. I met a lady in the therapy room. She said I was so cute. And then I met another lady in a wheelchair. She couldn’t talk very well but she smiled a big smile when I let her pet me. Then she said “nice dog.” Ok, so I’m a pug, but she’s in rehab so I let it slide.

I gave Grandpa more kisses and love and Mommy told him I’d come back to visit him tomorrow. Mommy said Grandpa seems so at ease when I’m there. That makes me happy. Before we left the hospital, I let another lady pet me. I make all the patients smile. Mommy said this September we’ll take the CGC classes and then I can try out to be a therapy pug. I think I’ve found my calling in life.

Friday, July 21, 2006

This is how you get Mommy’s attention

Mom’s been busy these days with Grandpa. I need attention. So the only way I know how to get it is to steal items out of the laundry basket. She sure can run fast and hurdle the table in a single bound. (Doesn’t she know I won’t drop things if she chases me? She needs to reread that book.)

Monday, July 10, 2006

The family pug….

If you can start your day without caffeine,
If you can be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you time,
If you can overlook it when people take things out on you,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can eat the same food, day-after-day, and be grateful for it,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,

...If you can do ALL these things, then, you are probably the FAMILY PUG.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Yappy Hour

Mommy has been so busy running around because Grandpa is sick. She said she feels bad that I’m left alone sometimes. Tonight she took a break and took me to yappy hour. I got to see my best buddy Seamus. It was Fenway (the pug’s) second birthday and we all got special cookies. I also met a cute little pug named Frenchie and I said hi to my friend Oreo (a nonpug.) It was so much fun. I gave Mommy lots of kisses to taking me. And, the best part is, she got me special cookies while we were there! I’m a lucky pug.