August 15, 2009
Photo Saturday
Because we’re all running around, trying to get ready for a wedding, and I realize I have to run to Target because Dawson has NO dress pants… Here’s a photo of our little dog, Murphy. I took this one yesterday while I was photographing our garden. When I uploaded the photo, I decided it looked much better in black and white, because those are the colors of Murphy’s coat.
This is not just a dog, he’s a best friend. Don’t you just want to pet and cuddle him? He is adorable, yes?
June 13, 2009
The Kid and The Dog: A Photo Essay
Murphy, our adorable Boston Terrier, joined our family in January of 2004, 3 weeks before I discovered I was pregnant. Eight months later, Dawson was born and Murphy knew he was in competition with his “brother”, also known as The Tiny Crying Thing that Mom and Dad Are Always Holding.
In the beginning, Murphy would run into another room whenever Dawson cried. When Dawson was around three months old, Murphy took an interest in him. He loved to sniff his little head and lick his baby toes. Once Dawson became mobile, war began in our house.
We tried to teach Dawson to be gentle with Murphy, encouraging gentle touch and reprimanding him when he pulled on the dog’s ears and fur.
Dawson and Murphy have a love-hate relationship. At times they love to play together, the rest of the time they fight like boy and dog.
Doug and I let Dawson and Murphy sleep in our bed. Murphy has slept with us ever since I brought him home and couldn’t get him to stop whimpering unless I let him sleep curled into my neck. Dawson began sleeping in our bed at 18 months old, due to a back injury that prevented me from lifting him into and out of his crib. It was a habit we didn’t intend to start, but now we haven’t got the heart to end it.
Every morning it’s the same routine. Dawson wakes up, crawls down to the foot of the bed by Murphy and gives him hugs and kisses and a few tugs on his neck. Murphy endures it for five minutes and then tries to escape Dawson’s grasp. Dawson pulls him back, Murphy playfully nips at him, and they “fight nice” for awhile until Murphy gets fed up and leaves the room.
Yesterday morning I decided to get a few photos:
“Okay, Kid. I’ll pretend to like you for the camera. Maybe Mom will give me a snausage if I cooperate.”
“No snausage? Fine. If I ignore him, will he go away?”
“Lady, I better get a damn treat for enduring the Kid and the camera!”
“Screw this! I’m outta here.”
(And yes, I did give Murphy his snausage.)
December 12, 2008
Puppy Love
Five years ago, today, you were born. A month later my co-worker, Donia, asked if I wanted a puppy. I picked you out of a basket of five and I’ve loved you ever since.
I still remember the first night after we brought you home, I slept with my hand on your warm little body, as you wimpered from your little wicker basket.
Two weeks later I found out I was pregnant with Dawson. We called you our good luck charm, and you were like our first born. Everything I learned about taking care of another being, I learned by taking care of you.
You’re our little buddy. We love you so. Happy Birthday, Murphy!
December 12, 2007
Unveiling the Photo Card…
…and let me just say that posting the words “Christmas”, “photo” and “card” on this blog has caused a gigantic surge in blog traffic! I couldn’t figure out why 350+ people were coming here to look at Christmas photos, but then I went to sitemeter and saw all the search terms, and referral links.
It seems that several hundred web surfers are visiting from MSN, Google and Yahoo! search tools.
Welcome!!
