Murphy was his name, and coning me was his game.
he could always get me to do what he wanted.
I called him Murph and he would come over to me and just stare at me. He would give me kisses and shake hands with me, then if that didn’t work, he would bark at me. Murphy never met a person he didn’t like.
Every new person he met, Murphy would go up to them and shake their hand. He was a very sweet dog, I hardly ever had to scold him for any thing. I would praise him and he would get ashamed. I would tell him, you didn’t do any thing wrong.
Murphy was a very proud dog, he had to do everything for himself. He didn’t like to be helped. So when he got sick, he became very depressed, it really hurt his pride, and it broke my heart to see him suffer so much.
On March 3, 2010 I shed a million tears when I had to put him to sleep after 12 years and 8 months and 5 days. He will be missed.
Will carry his memory to my grave
| James Foulk |