Elvis in the Shower by Murphy Doodle

Did you say shower?????

I have to take a inside shower whenever letty says I smell like a dog,  a dirty dog,  Doesn’t she understand that I am a dog? 

I have learned to walk to the shower because there is always a treat for me before I step inside and after I step out. Before she had to drag me,  but she figured out that a treat would tease me into the shower,

She is really smart for a person

I do NOT like the first blast of water. . . When she covers me with soap I begin to shake all over and this time she laughed at me 

She said that I looked like Elvis in the shower and she laughed and laughed and laughed some more ?????

 I do NOT know what Elvis is, but I didn’t think it was funny the way she laughed at me. . . I was a wet dog and shaking all over from my black head to the tip of my white tail.

 She kept laughing and then started singing something about a hound dog  I am not a hound dog. . .... I am a cute dog   That is what people say when they see me at the park. 

I decided to shake again to show her that I am a wet dog not an Elvis dog

 After that Letty said, “Murphy. Settle.”  she took a deep breath and made a long sigh and then she  began to laugh again?

 When I dropped my head, she stopped laughing and tried to talk to me like a person.  “I am laughing because of the way you shake, rock and roll like Elvis Presley in the shower.”

what is an ELVIS???  she does not hear my question when i look at her

 After she opened the shower door for me to leave, I shook as fast as I could and then wagged my tail. 

I get the zoomies when I get out of the shower.

when i am wet all over, It is more fun out of the shower.  Now, I can shake rattle and roll inside the house. It makes me feel good all over. I guess it’s ok to be like Elvis in shower. 

I think i will act like Elvis more often now since i know it makes letty laugh.

She tried to show me this on the computer  Hound Dog  

 

 

Murphy Doodle Snacks

Bad Murphy.................. Good Murphy

wet Murphy

that is me, Murphy Doodle, dog, writer, fly boy, comedian, goof ball, digger, mud foot, and k-oss, all 

disk-guysed like a shaggydog  

i must confess that i am good most of the time but 

Bad Murphy....

did you eat my toast she asked looking at me with her smiling eyes and growling voice.

of course i ate the toast that you left for me on the counter corner and walked away,

 

 

one day i showed jack how much i loved the peanut butter that he left out, i grabbed the lid and licked it then chewed it up on one side, now they put the peanut butter jar back up away from me 

maybe when i grow up i can reach the peanut butter jar

Come Murphy,...drop...drop...Murphy  drop ...Good Murphy

i hear her words ring in my ear, and i like it because sometimes she rubs my ears but best of all i get treats when i return the toy to her hands, i really like the treats that smell tasty, one is called Sammon, one is bacon, my favorite lick snack is peanut butter, and another doesn't smell like anything good but i eat it anyway

mostly i eat anything in her hand or his hand, jack likes to throw the treats and lets me find them, she scolded him, i heard her say " Bad Jack " but jack didn't drop his head like i do when she says my name like that

on a big day when lots of people came to our house to eat and laugh, people told me that i was a very good puppy, i wagged my tail and jumped to lick them and heard scolding words off, 

i sat down to be good Murphy and someone said my tail acted like a sweeper, everybody laughed so now i want to keep sweeping my tail on the floor a lot

our house smelled like food all day, but i didn't steal anyone's
food, i thought i was good murphy

i played chase with big children, around and around the yard they ran and let me jump all around them, we were all tired and they let me come inside to drink my water, and feel a belly rub

i learned that girl people sit on the floor with me to rub my belly and boy people bend over and rub my ears once and walk away,  

while people were in the house i wanted to show them how i fly over the furniture but i could not find enough room to run and jump,

letty said to the house of people, let's go outside and play

some people went crazy kicking my soccer balls back and forth, they looked funny running slow, finally i grabbed my ball to hide from them

 

two tiny girls in pink dresses came out to play with me but they ran away when i ran toward them, i jumped to show them how i like to play,when i tried to jump over one little girl i heard those words Bad Murphy 

sometimes i just don't understand 

they left me outside alone for a l o n g time while i watched them through the window,

a long time ago letty put a table by a window just for me, now i can sleep on it or sit or stand and look right into the window and see people, when i start to bark bad magic happens, the window goes brown and i cannot see through it, if i don't bark the window stays clear and i can watch

if they just let me in the house with them i won't feel so lonely

 

 

 

when people left i ate the best meal of my life, they called it real turkey, real people's food, i can't wait till i eat turkey again

Follow in my Footsteps by Murphy Doodle

BAD MURPHY. . . BAD MURPHY 

that is me, Murphy Doodle, dog, writer, fly boy, comedian, goof ball, puppy, k-oss, all disk-guysed like a sheepdog

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a few days ago i was pretending to fly in the house, i love to run and jump then leap off the blue furniture and fly through the air, i never knock over any thing big so i don't know why flying is bad

now i can't fly anymore around the soft blue furniture because a few days ago letty moved the soft cushion couches away from open space, blocking me from jumping over it and scaring people when they come to visit, 

instead she moved her chair to the open space and i thought it was just for me, it wasn't

when i ran and jumped on her chair it moved sideways and i fell instead of flying and bumped my chin, i almost whimpered, next thing i knew she was beside me rubbing my head, i like that part of falling 

after i pulled myself up walked around the house looking for a new approach, i decided to run and jump from the other room, that didn't work either because her chair moved again and this time she chased me and scolded me about being bad, how can having fun be bad? i do not understand her and i do not like to hear that yellow can RATTLE next to me, it scares me

the morning after it rained and kept me inside, i spent the hole afternoon with jack the yard builder, he said i was like a cheerleader that i made lots of noise, jumped up and down all afternoon while he put stones down on the ground, i don't know why he covered up ground because i like to run thru the dirt and the flowers so i can listen to them crunch under my feet and sleep on a new green bed 

 

letty said that Jack's stone work looked mag nicent, big words confuse me

i wanted to help Jack all afternoon but he would not let me dig,  he said NO NO NO so many times that i finally went to the porch to lay down and howl

letty finally let me in the house with her so i would not get in trouble any more outside with jack

last night they went out of the house somewhere, i know because letty smelled different than normal and i was out after dark

i had the most funnest night of my life, it rained and i was left alone in the big back yard, i chased squirrels alone the fence until they were gone and i mean gone, no more ugly squirrel talk, sometimes they are mean and throw things at me from up above where i can not jump high enough to bite a tail

after i drank a lot of water and chewed on the plastic bowl,  i ate a hole in the soft cushion that i like to lay on, but i knew i was in trouble when the wind began to blow and all of the soft white fluffy stuff blew in whirling circles around the yard, now there is a hole in my bed and i am sorta sorry that i did that

when it stopped raining i had to go check the fence line and make sure the yard was safe for my family, that is when i found the new hole where a bush once lived, jack must have left it for me to play in

it was a circle of beautiful glossy slicky sticky mud where there used to be a bush, i am glad the bush is gone because now i can chase the squirrels all the way down the fence without running around the bush

i thought i was so lucky to feel the fresh sticky licky mud, i dug and dug and buried my nose in it, i don't know why i bury my nose in the mud because it sticks to me and i do not like a sticky nose, the mud even stuck to my ears and on my tail, i felt icky all over, but i could not clean it off, i rolled in the grass over and over trying to clean myself, it did not work

i was happy when they came home but not for long

jack opened the back door like a the gentle doggie dad that
he is and let me in, suddenly he grabbed me and yelled, HELP

i thought that was strange, i did not need any help

letty came running and screamed my name out loud

i think she even laughed, but i am not sure

 

the picture of shame

 

jack carried me to the shower and closed the door, after grumbling and putting on her bathing suit, letty stepped in the shower and gave me a bath, at first she mumbled words like THIS IS A WASTE OF TWO GOOD MOSCOW MULES, hear why she confuses me, we do not have mules here and i am not a mule, whatever is a moscow mule? 

anyway, i did exactly what she said and let her scrub me all over, mainly it felt good to be wet and clean, and she was nice to me, she held me and said GOOD MURPHY, GOODY MURPHY

she even laughed and said AT LEAST YOU DON'T SMELL LIKE SKUNK

hum, skunk, i do not know what that is, guess i will just have to learn that word

just before bedtime she cornered me with the blow dryer, but i was tired of being in trouble and she had treats, so i let her blow hot air on me until i was sorta dry 

this morning i found out that i am GROUNDED,

i thought that was good because i love to feel the ground, the dirt, the mud, and the wet green grass but i do not think this is the same ground because i have been in the house all day long

jack said that i can not go outside without adult super vision, neither of them have super vision if you ask me

i do not understand them sometimes

The End   

i think i will go eat some dinner

The crime scene filled in by Jack, the yard builder, the next day

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