Murphy the pug

Rough Morning for Mommy

This morning Mommy was rushing around the house, getting ready for work. I heard her mumble something about an extra five minutes to stop for coffee as she fumbled through her wallet in search of extra money.

“Come on! Let’s go see Grandpa” she called as we rushed down the stirs. She had her car keys, cell phone and work bag in hand. Just as she opened the door at the bottom of the stairs, it was then that we both realized she had forgotten one important thing. My leash. Yup, I was a free pug. I got a glimmer in my eyes of unruliness and Mommy had a heart-pounding feeling of fear. 

But since I am so well trained (CGC medal and certificate are ‘in the mail’ Mommy promises), it only took a few gentle words of coaxing to get me back in and up, so we could get my leash. Mommy was so proud of me for not making a beeline for our neighbor. And she also got a chance to grab her sunglasses.

Poor Mommy, Mondays are always tough.

-Murph-Man

P.S. I hope she never tries this with Manny because before you coild say “Come back McManner,“ he’d be half-way across the state.