13 candles

Nine years ago Memorial Day week-end you and your friend Bentley became one with the acre and I followed just a few short months after that. Murphy, I have to tell you that you are one of the sweetest hounds, so gentle and loving.

Everything looks so different from that picture now. Bentley lost his fight with osteosarcoma, you have a lot more white around the muzzle and we're not even going to discuss my new wrinkles, gray hair and body parts that currently sag around my knee caps.

13 years old is so bad handsome.

I see many more days of lazing around in the grass for you.

Happy 13th birthday Murphy!

Grazing isn't just for cows

Spring is such a grand time in the gardens. The greyhounds can actually get out and enjoy their yard and Murphy is no exception.

Since the day he came home nine years ago, he has been the one to wait patiently for spring and freshly mowed grass.

Nope, nothing beats a good roll in the grass.

The only thing better than rolling in the grass, is grazing.

Caught green-lipped.

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Almost

We are running an ad campaign at work. One of the ads included this photo of Murphy. It was going to run in all of the regional newspapers. Murphy was almost a star until at the last minute it got pulled. We're talking already at the papers almost.

Sigh. Don't worry Murph, you'll always be a star in my eyes.

Just Murphy

Very tempting

I so looked forward to my four-day weekend. Pretty much busy every minute of it.

And now it is Sunday night and I am not looking forward to going to work tomorrow.

Nope, not all.


Wonder if anyone would notice if I played hooky?

I'm serving notice now

When we set our clocks back on Saturday night, that did not mean that you all were to set your internal clocks for 3:30 am.

Don't look at me so innocently. I need my beauty sleep. Fall back means extra sleep, not less sleep.

And if you all don't sleep in a little later, I'll, I'll make you leave retirement and get another job!

Get it?

Yo Murph!

Watcha doin'?


Just watching the clouds go by?

Not impressed

I got home tonight and wanted to impress the doggies with everything I learned during the week-end workshop.


I really wanted them to know that the reason I was gone was all about them.


Judging by the looks on their faces,


I don't think they were impressed.

Sorry guys

I know, I know. Please don't be mad at me.

I'm going to another photography seminar and will be gone all week-end.

But your other mother will be home. :o)))

Hey Murph!

Are you hiding from something there big guy?


I thought for sure you would be kicking your heels up. I hear there is another birthday to celebrate.


Murphy! Birthdays are a good thing. Don't bleh your birthday.


What's that? Someone else is celebrating their birthday today?


Happy Birthday Karen and Murphy!

The Double-Digit Gang

It was time to take another double-digit gang picture. Lighting was perfect, cooperation wasn't so perfect.

Seven dogs, ages 10 to 13.5. Two black, two white and fawn, one white and brindle, one fawn and one brindle.

Many, many images and I don't think one shot was produced with all of them looking at me.

Duncan and Murphy exchanged a few pleasantries. The lump that continues to grow in leaps and bounds shows up quite well here.

Here's the line-up: Left side, back to front - Roxy 13.5, Buddy 12.5, Blender 11, Murphy 12

Right side, back to front - Jori 10, Adam 10, Duncan 11

And this one is the family photo, yes even Karen and I are card-carrying members of the double-digit gang.

The life of Murphy

Murphy lives for the spring and freshly mowed grass. He would lay out there for hours, as long as we were close by.


He rolls around just like a puppy, taking it all in.


Of course, he always has ulterior motives.


He's not as innocent as he looks. He waits until the coast is clear and munches down on the clumps of grass. He doesn't think we're watching.


But the tidbits of grass stuck in his teeth don't lie.

Veggie tails

Yes mum. I'm doing what you taught me.


Everyday I eat my fresh fruits and veggies.


Bleh.

Batten down the hatches

High winds and lots of rain coming our way. Yippee.

Tis Friday once again

Technically that doesn't mean anything to us, but for the mommas...

1. The alarm doesn't go off at 3:30 am
2. Their morning coffee seems to last a whole lot longer
3. Somebody will most likely get to go on an adventure
4. It's hard to find an empty cushion because all of the hound dogs are camped out
5. Our meals aren't quite as timely, especially in the mornings. Sometimes the mommas are a little to relaxed
   

What do you miss the most?

Did you have a favorite part of your trip?


Sunrise to the east.


Sunrise to the west. "Nuff said.

You've got a friend in me

Nothing better than coming home to a flock of best friends.

Define "Camp Lisa"

Moms, we had an emergency meeting of the greyhounds. Ya better start 'splainin' Camp Lisa.


Oh Murph, you guys will love your little vacation. Camp Lisa is an exquisite, five-star destination for greyhounds. You'll have scenic mountain vistas, rambling forested trails, swimming pool, hot tub, fresh meals and a pedicure.


OK. Night moms.

And when things go bump in the night • part 2

Move very slowly and stalk back


Bark at the top of your lungs


Warn all of your friends...


Stay away! Be afraid!


And start running as fast as you can.


And whatever you do, don't look back.

To be continued.