March 19th, 2012

He looks a bit sad today doesn’t he?

Maybe he knows mom doesn’t want to bathe him again.











Actually, this is his I am about to poop face.  He’s pooping for the 5th time because he ate almost an entire loaf of Irish soda bread in the middle of the night.

Happy St. Paddy’s Day Murphy!


March 18th, 2012

Ruby and Murphy enjoying a little bit of an afternoon romp in the park.

As I look at this photo I think, wouldn’t it be funny if people played like this?  Hey buddy come here, I’m going to chase you around in circles as fast as I can and then tackle you, bite on your ear and face and then snif your butt a little later just cause I can.











Oh how I wish this was clear, but you get the idea.  I am sure there will be more opportunities for dirty dog shots, especially with Murphy.



Murphy the goat

February 11th, 2011

So, along with everything else that is not being tended to with our household that seems to be swirling and whirling these days…the DOGS have made claim to a bit of madness.

I have not trained Murphy. The dog I got on a Surly buzz.  Nor has anyone else in the house.

That damn dog eats almost anything in sight.  I swear it has the dog version of pica.  If you don’t put it away, it is toast.  Good life lesson, unless you are a pair of Dad’s Lucky jeans.

Here is the latest of the trageties…

Cost for a public school library book: $9.99

Damn Dog

November 30th, 2010

Murphy is one of those dogs that is so awesome, you just can’t help but love him.

On the very first trip home from the vet, I veered off to stop at my dad’s tree and the dog shit in the car.

On the second trip to the vet, I was going to drop off some things at the Goodwill and he barfed all over the front seat.

I think on the third trip to the vet, I will either have Adam take him or I will go straight home.

Think’n that’s a good plan.

Dredging myself in chaos

October 6th, 2010

Meet Murphy.

He’s our new addition.  I know, crazy right?

What the hell happened you ask?  Well, of course, there is a story and it involves drinking and doggy beer goggles.

Last Friday, the boys went off to a play-date after school and PJ went to a birthday party.  So Adam and I found ourselves with an hour to kill and decided to go to dinner, at Travial Kitchen (which, if you have not been there, RUN don’t walk…it’s great) before we picked PJ up from the birthday party.

To our great surprise, we hit happy hour while we where there and those $3 Benders went down way too easily.  In no time at all, we were off to pick PJ up at the Humane Society birthday party.

We went in, she wanted to look around, we said yes, I said I had to leave the kennels because all the doggy whining and crying was driving me crazy, PJ asked if we could look at the cats (I can do that right?  it’s not like I’m going to get another cat) and in the cat section of the Humane Society, in a little baby kennel, was Murphy.  The next thing I said was, “ohhhhhhhh, you are the cutest thing I have ever seen.”

Then we got him out of the kennel and played with him.

Then we put him on 24 hour hold.

Then we went back then next day.

And now we have a 2 month old puppy named Murphy.

Clearly, drinking and the Humane Society don’t mix!

Happy 1st Birthday Lucy!

April 7th, 2009

I guess I never knew I could fall in love with a dog.

So much so that she got a present and we all sang happy birthday to her this morning.

The cats are pissed, they never have gotten that kind of attention.

As a dog owner

April 3rd, 2009

Is it wrong to leave your garbage man with a 31 gallon galvanized garbage can filled with the entire winters worth of slushy, thawed dog poop?

I’m feeling guilty.

Dogs are funny

March 17th, 2009

There are a bunch of dogs in my neighborhood.  I actually knew this fact before I was a dog owner.  However, now I not only know the dogs in the neighborhood, I know their owners too.

You see, we meet everyday at the same time and the same place.  The only difference between me and them, I’m the one with kids.  Kids who come with me all through the winter to the park, just so the dog can play.  When they complain about going to the park, I simply tell them that this is what owning a dog is all about and please remember…you are the ones who wanted this cute little dog so badly.

At said park, we get to see all sorts of dog behavior that I know nothing about.  A couple of our doggy friends are stick chewers.  Lucy was not a stick chewer before she met these characters.  But now that she has watched her buddies chewing the living tar out of sticks and enjoying it so much, she clearly decided that that was something dogs do.  So now, Lucy is a stick chewer.  She is also a stick pooper.

Today I witnessed, along with PJ and the rest of the kids at the bus stop, a poop made entirely out of stick shards.  As we watched on, you could see it in the little kids faces as Lucy was trying hard to get this thing out;  first disgust, then fright, a little bit of shrieking ran through the air from PJ and then when she finally birthed it out, utter amazement.

Yes, I should have taken a picture.

Ok, apon review, naw.


March 3rd, 2009

This picture of the day from Dooce made me instantly want a second dog as well as a better, faster camera.

Child #4

January 12th, 2009

I did not realize when we adopted this dog that I would have just as many stories, photos and as much money flying out of my pockets as I do with my kids.

This past Saturday at the neighborhood sledding party, Lucy just could not get out of the way of the old fashioned tobogan, the metal and wood variety.

So she got shaved down and all stitched up at the vet ER.  That pink cast/bandage makes her feel pretty.  The cone, not so much.

Tired after the trama