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Atlas & Murphy's
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Atlas & Murphy's
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Murphy passed on during the summer of 2000 after 15 years, and her spirit is now running free among the hills and woods of Athens Ohio. She lived a long happy life and will be missed. Below you will find her last entry on the Kennel's homepage.
Hi! My name is Murphy. I am Groovie's boss, and resident canine friend. I am a senior-canine-citizen, being born in 1985. I don't know who my parents were, so the best I can figure, I am a cross between a Sheltie and a Shepherd. I'm really not that interested in finding out who my parents were, since I am very comfortable with my "muttness".
I was born in southeastern Ohio in the "booming metropolis" of Athens. I loved it. Booming? Hardly. Mainly a bunch of college students in town, and then I was lucky enough to move out into the country during Groovie's last year of college. It was great. Woods to run in, all kinds of wild animals to bark at. I was very disappointed when we had to leave and move to Cleveland Ohio. It wasn't as fun, but I got to discover something new - a great big lake! It was fun to splash around in the water. Then, just as I was getting comfortable, I was transported again to a new place. This time I ended up in a town called Cambridge Massachusetts. Talk about culture shock! All of these houses, a dinky small yard to run in, and the accents on these dogs up here! I can hardly understand them and their "Ahf, ahf, ahf".
Now I have to tell you that my name did not start out as Murphy. Originally, my name was Myrrh. I was owned for the first 6 months of my life by a guy with the last name of Fee, and he thought it was "fun" to call me by my full name. When I moved in with Groovie, he just changed my name to Murphy, and I'm glad he did! I just could not get used to being called Myrrh! Groovie kept making these stupid jokes about getting a Golden Retriever named Gold and a German Shepherd named Frankincense to keep me company. I didn't get the joke - something about wise men. (Somehow, I think the "wise" part told me that Groovie was not talking about himself!) Anyway, Groovie knows better than to get another dog for MY house!
This is me doing what I do best, sleeping. As you can see, I am pretty good at it. I'm not
nearly as good as I would like to be, so I am still practicing. Of course, if Groovie
would leave me alone, I could do a much better job. So, to get him back, I always wake him
up early on the weekend pretending I have to go out. That'll teach him!
I have another favorite hobby, and that is barking like crazy at the mailman. Groovie can't understand why I do it though. He thinks that because the mailman is leaving things, I shouldn't be too upset. (Humans. Go figure!) But then I hear him complaining when he looks through the stuff that the mailman left. "Bills, bills, bills." Now I know there is no Bill living here, so why are we getting his stuff?
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