OK…so first Monday of the Month is supposed to be MANic Monday…but today it’s Murphy Monday!
This is Murphy. The newest addition to our household. Bear with me and this blog while I give you a little history about her (yes she’s a her) because I want everyone to know why she means so much to our entire family….and not because she happens to be ever so cute and cuddly!
Murphy came into my family’s life back in 2007 when my father was thinking about getting a dog, because his dog Bailey, a Giant Schnauzer, passed away earlier that year. My family always had Giant Schnauzers, but my father thought he would get a small Scottie dog, since it’s a more practical than a 125 LB Giant Schnauzer. I happened to be doing a little internet perusing and found a Giant Schnauzer rescue site and saw a giant, named “Miss Murphy” who was looking for a family to adopt her. As soon as I showed my Dad her picture, he wanted to meet her and the rest, as they say, is history!
Murphy was 3, almost 4 when my dad adopted her. I remember receiving an email from the woman who arranged the adoption after she dropped Murphy off at my Dad’s house, “it was wonderful to see how happy Murphy was playing on the floor of your dad’s house, with her squeaky toy, because when we rescued her she could barely lift her head off the floor”. She was 45 pounds, had been abused and didn’t appear to have been well taken care of. 🙁 That changed when my father adopted Murphy. My father loved Murphy. Murphy loved my father. He took care of her. She took care of him.
This past summer when my father was sick, which we wrongly thought was a flu or virus, he got into bed at 7PM on a Saturday night and Murphy got into bed with him. My father was so ill, he couldn’t get out of bed (and neither me nor my siblings knew how sick he was, but Murphy apparently did), and Murphy did not leave his side. She lay in bed with my father from 7PM Saturday night, until my brother Mark went to my dads at 1130AM on Monday. She didn’t get out of his bed, didn’t try to get something to eat, drink, nor try to go outside to do her “business”. She never once, even for one minute left my father”s side. 40 hours she lay by his side watching over him. That’s remarkable. Murphy is remarkable. And fiercely loyal.
Sadly, we lost my father a few weeks ago, and the only bright spot in this very tough time is Murphy gets to live with me and my family. While still heart-broken over the loss of my father, we are quite fortunate to have a daily reminder, of my dad…and one who follows me, Everywhere, around the house. I’m now her person…except she isn’t allowed in my bed. 🙂
I’m still trying to get the Lay of the Land as a dog owner. While we always had dogs growing up, I’m beginning to realize they my Mom probably did most everything for our dogs (and my brothers quite possibly picked up all their business). Thankfully, Google and many friends who are dog owners have proven to be a wealth of information and support. Because we don’t have a fenced yard, Murphy needs to be walked outside so she can do her business. I feel like I live in Lincoln Park with all the dog walking we are doing. Happily we are having the electric fence installed, which will help cut down on the numerous walks we take each day, and with the winter weather coming, that should come as a welcome relief. I also plan on having a special collar put on Kevin as well. 🙂 Oh and one other bright side, due to the numerous daily walks we take each day, both Murphy and I have been able to drop some greatly needs LBs!
Murphy appears to be adjusting just fine. She’s made friends with the neighborhood dogs, and delights in walking with them all in line, as she’s now part of a “wolf pack” and she even has a new best friend…Sampson, a Golden Doodle, who is a gentleman 8 years her junior, and both seem to be just fine with that! She has had a bit of trouble adjusting to the daylight savings time-change, as she thinks we need to do our “big walk” at 7AM, instead of 8AM…but we are working through that with treats and affection. 🙂 (Side bar: she’s a magnet for men, btw, especially at gas stations when we go on our field trips to fill the car with gas…note to file for you single gals out there). 😉
Halloween was our first holiday together and it did not disappoint. And not because Murphy isn’t fond of scary masks (she’s not but was fairly well behaved for the Trick or Treaters)…but because I was able to Dress her up!!…For one brief moment, Murphy was a Pumpkin.
Then I thought better of it, because I knew she deserved better and understanding she is also a Bears fan, initiated a costume change and dressed her as Sweetness! They have a lot in common, as they both like to run, and are both very sweet!!
Patrick was mortified when he saw her saying , “That’s a $100 jersey…”. I quipped back, “Not anymore”. 🙂 Just kidding. Jersey looks good as new and Walter’s autograph was barely smudged!
Speaking of looking good as new… Murphy is a girl. I mention that as she’s “larger” than your normal canine…(125 LBs but dropping) so people automatically think she’s a boy. She is not. She’s a girl. People also say, “Murphy is a boy’s name”. It is not. Actually it’s a last name, and the only Murphy with a first name that I’m aware of is Murphy Brown…and she’s a girl. To cut down on the misreads of her gender, I’ve gotten her a bright Pink Collar (no bling as she’s Not a poodle). She also sports a girly bandana. Her small “business bag” which holds bags to pick up her business, is a small, pink purse. It clips to her lease, as I’m a courteous and considerate dog owner, picking up after my dog, and the pink purse surely tells those that glance at her she’s a girl. I like to think of it as Dressing her to a T! We have 2 holders for the business bags, because Patrick doesn’t like to walk Murphy with the pink purse attached to the leash. He actually said when he saw it, “you didn’t”. Yes, Paddy, I did!
Some tidbits heard around town about Murphy:
David reassuring me when I was concerned Murphy was sad and missing Pop: Terry, she won the dog lottery…seriously. (editor’s note…I think We won the lottery, not the other way around).
Z commenting on Murphy to Susan: She’s a very civilized dog.
Mark to Megan when Megan told Murphy to sit: You’re confusing her with an obedient dog. (editors note…we are looking into obedience classes).
David playing the Dog Whisperer: Exercise. Discipline. Affection…in that order. Ter…you’ve mastered the exercise and affection…not sure you’ll ever master the discipline and not sure you can ever be the pack leader. (editors note…we’re okay with that).
Susan to Murphy: Murphy, you need to stay on your leash, as you’ve proven to be a flight risk. (editor’s note…that’s another blog).
Meredith commenting that Murphy gets more comments and likes on Facebook than she or Patrick: Murphy is a Super Star!
My dad whenever I asked him about Murphy: She’s a prize. She’s perfect. (editors note…Yes, she is).
Meredith recently said, “We are so lucky we get to take care of Murphy for Pop“…Yes, Mer Mer, we are.
Our next project will be figuring out how to work Murphy into the Christmas card…Neither Kevin or I have ever graced a holiday photo, but I’m guessing that won’t be the case with Murphy! I’m shopping for a festive bandana as soon as I’m done penning this blog!
Murphy…You had me at Woof!
🙂 🙂 🙂