Murphy the pug
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!
Posted by on 07/27 at 07:44 PM
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