Murphy was the first dog David and I ever owned. He was my first baby and he loved my human babies! He took every opportunity he could to snuggle with them.
Murphy actually crawled up into Holley Kate's car seat and slept with her (Note the pen scribble on the picture...stinkin' kids and their stupid mama letting them play with pens).
Bridgette, on the other hand, was not the snuggly type but she loved us in her own unique grouchy way. There was never a dog to walk past our house that didn't get an earful from her.
Murphy and Bridgette both died last year.
Pet ownership is a crazy thing. Who would willingly put themselves in a situation where they knew they only had 10-15 years with something they would grow to love as one of their own?
Us.
We got two more. Thought we'd branch out and try a few different breeds. I now wake up with one under the covers ( the little one) and one on top of the covers (the big one) making it impossible to to pull the covers up. They both sore like freight trains ( smooshed snouts will do that ) and have copious amounts of gas ( I still can't figure that out).
But, I wouldn't have it any other way.
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