Sunday, January 24, 2010
My Bad Child
Everyone has one child that is just bad. I don't care how much you himhaw back and forth over it, you just have one that is bad as shit. One that you look at and think, I'm in trouble. Deep deep trouble.Murphy is my bad child.
He has become the laughing stock of the rv park. You know its bad when he is too redneck for the rv park. I've noticed that people laugh, literally stand back and watch us go by with him for his walks.
Everyone knows his name.
Unlike Cheers, it's because we're constantly getting onto him, to stop that or don't eat the lesh or to leave that other dog alone or why are you barking at a tire? It's pretty back.
We've been told by two people now that he makes their day. That is very very not good people. He is my bad child. He might not be the future felon but he's my bad child.
Who I adore and babytalk to, so really what does it matter? right?
Labels: Murphy, On The Road, Welcome to the Boonies
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Another Reason....
...it takes us forever to get out of the house in the mornings...
Princess takes forever to get ready, especially when snuggling with Murphy instead of actually getting dressed!Labels: Murphy, Princess In All Her Glory
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A Day in the Life...at Hope4Grace
So the day before The Man headed south, way freaking south, we celebrated Valentine's Day. So basically we all admired Daddy's new gun, loved on the dog, ate chocolate till we couldn't move and watched John Wayne all day........it was great...........
Princess totally busted in the act of letting Murphy have chocolate, her punishment was to give momma all her "turtles" from her See's bag. See me be the big bad parent?
Please don't notice the hangers on the floor, but please DO notice he's wearing shoes in my house! His response, "Just one more day babe" the turd. And how long does it take Princess to get to the center of that lollipop?
Frankly I think Murphy knows, since he stalked her all day.Boy I need to vaccum........
Day 4 and I haven't hid out in my closet yet....does chain smoking in the garage after bedtime count?
Labels: chocolate, family smamily, Murphy
Saturday, January 31, 2009
The Scot
Murphy, the scottie/schnauzer, went to the salon yesterday. Nails, haircut and bath. Except instead of his normal clippering of the curls, they gave him a big-boy haircut. The typical "scottie" cut. OMGosh, can I just say how sick it was here last night, everyone was fawning over that dog all night long. Adorable. Which makes us big ole punks.
My boy is 7 months old now and looking like quite the big boy. Too bad he's getting fixed on Friday. Poor guy.
Labels: family smamily, Murphy
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
What we really do without TV
Since we've forsaken cable/satelite in our home, after the girls go to bed, it gets really quiet. So have to come up with something to keep us entertained.
(forgive me for not knowing how to upload video without it appearing in duplicate screens. Someone should tutor me.....)
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday Cry
Every Sunday should start with a good cry.I lost Murphy this morning. For a span of 20 minutes, I was a complete sobbing wreck.
I made a donut run for everyone and it was while we were sitting around the table eatting ((not me, no GF donuts, dammit) when I noticed that for the first time in almost a month, the house was silent except for smacking and gulping. No Murphy.
I was petrified that he'd gotten out alone while I was gone. We tossed the house, squeking his favorite toys, we searched the yard, under the vehicles and the basement window wells, no Murphy. The Man and Princess took off through the neighborhood on foot. Duchess and I continued to search through the silent house, one room at a time.
I found him finally asleep, behind my couch, behind the curtain in front of the AC floor vent.
The little shit.
Now I have a headache.
Thank God.
Labels: Murphy
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Memories.....(Sing Along)
****Update: Murphy was a prince among dogs. He was washed, clipped and buffed. The Man arrived to pick him up and the women there were just singing his praises....Murphy must get that sunny attitude from his momma*****So often The Man and I will drag up an old memory that was not funny at the time, but hysterical now, and chew it over.
That happened this morning when we realized that Murphy needed to go to the vet for his second set of shots. We also need to get him groomed, cause he's looking a little shabby.
So as I sat drying my hair, The Man and Murphy were sitting across from me in the livingroom as we were yelling back and forth about what needed to be caught up on. See, it's his day off. The Man, not Murphy, so he tries to help me catch up on everything. Poor guy.
In a lull in the conversation, I thought aloud about how I hoped Murphy didn't shame us like Frankie did.
Once upon a time.....there was a Frankie. Franklin to be exact. He was our first little housedog. Princess was 3 and The Man had just returned from the war (that had just begun) and it was during our re-nesting period that we decided that we needed a little house doggie. Enter Frankie. The cutest little black tiny poodle you've ever seen.
He was evil. The meanest little son of a b9tch ever born. We were assured that the reason he was for sale was because the owners needed to move into a non-doggie approved property. Lying arses. He was the devil.
He hated me. He hated Princess. He hated to go potty outside, cause it was much easier to go in the livingroom or under my bed. Arse.
However, he loved The Man with a very unlikely loyalty.
So when it was time for his first grooming, I sent The Man with Frankie to the groomers.
He dropped him off and then left to go run errands.
They called twice. First because he wouldn't settle down and they were going to try again but were unsure if they could get to him. Second, because he bite them (as in bite everyone trying to hold him down, all 12 lbs of him) and The Man was needed ASAP to pick the b9stard up.
So The Man came home with a half shaved dog. OMG.
I came home and took one look at that thing and sent them both to the balcony, with clippers, a towel and I locked them out there until the deed was done.
Now our balcony of our really nice complex looked over the parking lot of a liquer store. Um, hello California, that is not uncommon. Better that than a strip joint, right? So during this episode, a police car pulls into the parking lot and out step two officers. Who upon hearing the dog awful cursing and doggie screams echo-ing from my balcony, hone in on what is going on. Then kick back on their cruiser for the show.
This just made it worse. The Man had lost all patience and when I happened to walk by the balcony doors, the sight of black fur flying through the air shocked the crap out of me. I opened the door, BIG MISTAKE, and in comes a almost but not quite shaved Frankie, spreading black curly hair near and wide in my house.
It took three months for the rest of his hair to grow back.
It only took three days before The Man spoke to me again.
Sadly we had to give Frankie a new home a month later when we were moved into a military housing that didn't accept dogs. Darn!
Please Lord, Please let Murphy be docile and sweet at the groomers. I honestly do not believe The Man has it in him to go through that again........
Amen.
Labels: Murphy
