June 18, 2004

"My New Home"

A Personal Account by Murph E. Dawg

This is me, Murph E. Dawg.  I was a stray puppy, lost and alone and hungry and scared, until a kind person found me and took me to the S.P.C.A. in Largo, FL.  It was better than being lost and alone and hungry and scared, but I wanted to belong to a biped who would hug me and kiss me and feed me and make me feel wanted and warm and fuzzy all over.  I waited and waited for someone to take me home.  Lots of people came and looked at me and did the "Oooh!" and "Aaah!" thing, but they didn't adopt me.  When I was four months old, a couple of bipeds walked by my cage and stopped to look at me.  Then they went on to the other cages.  After about an hour, they came back.  The male biped bent down, looked me in the eyes and said, "What's your name?"  I said, "Murph!"  They talked about me for a while and then they left.  I thought, "Oh well.  Maybe tomorrow someone will want to take me home."

The next day I was aroused from my after dinner nap, taken out of my cage on a leash to a special room and...there they were!  The bipeds who had talked to me the day before!  They were back!!!  Could it be?  Were they going to take me home with them?  We went out to their truck and took a long ride.  I looked at everything and sniffed everything.  They took me out of their truck and we went into a house.  This is me scoping out my new home.  They had some great toys for me to play with and good food and fresh water and air conditioning.  Blessed air conditioning.  And a soft dawg bed for me to sleep on.  I think I'll keep 'em.

This is one of my new toys.  It squeaks when I bite it or sit on it.  I like it a lot.


I like my new back yard a lot, too.  It's really big, with lots of grass to eat and tons of new things to sniff.

This is my chair.  Nobody can sit on it but me.  It's mine.

To celebrate my first 24 hours in my new home, my bipeds cooked cheddar bratwursts on the grill.  They smelled soooo good.  I assume this is my paper plate and my beer and all three of the buns are mine.  But...where's the beef?

My biped Frank and I had a contest and determined that, between the two of us, he definitely has the Alpha nose.

Don't tell anybody, but these bipeds cook way too slow.  The brats smell soooo good and I'm starving.

I guess I'll just have to wait and find a way to pass the time until the brats are...wait a minute!  What's this?  They're gone!!!  Maybe I misplaced them.  Let me think back...I had them yesterday morning...the vet came and took me out of my cage to his office...I went to sleep...maybe I left them in his office?  I'll have to remember to ask my bipeds about this.

Hey!  Chow's on!  Gotta go be cute and look like I'm starving and maybe they'll give me some people food.

Aaaah.  The perfect place for an after dinner nap.  A nice, cool terrazzo floor.  ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

The End

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