Murphy Doodle's Winter Day

this is the most fun day of my life

letty and jack played in the white grass with me and i ran and jumped and ran and jumped, i even chased a ball and a frisbee but it was not easy

letty did not want to stay out and play with me, she left me outside and i found a bone to chew on while i rested on the cold white grass, i wanted to bury the bone but the dirt under the white grass only let me scratch it, that was strange

then it was time to eat

"No, Murphy, it is not white grass it is called snow. Let's practice snow, listen to me.  Snow, want to play in the snow?"

i nodded my head, i like this new word snow, i hope i get to play in it again and again and again

after we ate lunch letty stood by a the hot hole in the wall with scary flames in it, I walked to the window and barked to go outside

she said, no murphy, it is cold outside, we were just out there playing frisbee and now i am cold and standing by the fireplace to warm up

no, i howled

then i begged jack to go outside, I like to sit on the couch so i can watch jack all day long, he loves to play ball, but now i want to go outside so i gave him my most pitiful look, 

even please didn't work

he took me outside but then he slipped away from me and went back inside by the fire in the wall place where letty stood, 

i can watch them from outside because i have a table to jump on top of and sit in the window

i like being outside when other dogs are nearby so we can bark at each other, over the fence where i can not see lives quinn, my friend, we get to bark a lot when quinn stays outside, he tells me about his neighbor winston who runs up and down the fence, like i do with penny, my dog friend, on the other side of the fence

Murphy and Quinn, an Australian Shepheard 

quinn used to come over and play with me, we loved to chase and roll each other, sometimes we would take naps together in the shade 

one day quinn did not bark at the fence

quinn is gone now, letty said they moved away, whatever that means, it means that they took my friend, i still bark for quinn everyday but he does not bark back

quinn, i will miss you

Murphy Doodle will be a year old on March 8. He came to live with us May 1, and we have laughed and played ever since. He has even learned to write a story about his life.  I originally named him Happy Dog before we picked him up and carried him home. Then he became Murphy Doodle, but I still call him Happy dog when I hug him.  Happy Birthday, Murphy.