The Writer's Right

Buried Treasure!

Murphy and I are home alone tonight, because Jeff has some mandatory overtime. I’m looking through old blog posts and catching up on my friends’ blogs. Then I noticed that Murphy was MIA for a while. This isn’t ever a good thing.

Next thing I know he comes running back into the living room. He’s got something in his mouth. Crud, do I have a potential game of deal or no deal on my hands? Nope. Apparently he was in the other room, rummaging through his toy box in the bedroom. He hit the jackpot.  He found an old bone. He flops down at my feet and starts happily chewing. I notice this something attached to it. It’s one of Bonnie’s old onsies. I pull it off and Murphy dives for it. It’s tug of war!!!

This pug has a million toys and he wants to play with a onsie I for $3 on clearance. Ok, tug on war on! We had a blast!

Now he has his baby at my feet which means, “Get off the computer Mommy, it’s time to play catch.” I love this pug. He’s always a clown.

OK Murphy. Game on!!!