Crackerdog

Late this morning, as I was walking in the upstairs hallway, I heard a rather mysterious noise.  It was coming from Michelle’s bedroom….

I walked to the doorway and poked my head in….

There, upon Michelle’s unmade bed, I found Murphy rolling and swirling about on her down-filled comforter.   As he gleefully played,  happy as the proverbial “pig in the mud”, little “heh-heh-heh” sounds could be heard coming from his lips.  For those who understand canine language, this is recognized as dog “laughing”.

I stood and watched for several seconds before the little bundle of flying fur actually caught sight of me standing beside the bed.  I don’t think I have been so entertained by a pup since reading James Herriot’s tales of Mrs. Pumphrey’s obese Pekingese, Tricki Woo. Mrs. Pumphrey claimed that when her little Tricki acted up, he was going “crackerdog”.

I explained that I was going to get my camera. Murphy stopped for a brief moment, as though processing what I had said,  then began the crazy rolling gyrations once again.

When I came back with the camera, Murphy stopped and just looked at me.  It was as though he didn’t want to be caught in the act of such nonsense.  I began making the “heh, heh, heh” sound he had been making earlier.  This was all the instigation required to set the boy rolling and twisting about all over again!

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I was thinking about the difference between Angus and Murphy. Angus is so very serious, and Murphy is just barreling through life a hundred miles an hour.  Murphy makes the most out of every moment…and adds so much joy to life!

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If ever a canine had a Bible verse written just for him, Murphy’s would be “A merry heart doeth good, like a medicine.” Proverbs 17:22