We picked him up when he was just 8 weeks old
The two-hour trip home was a story we often told.
For traveling by car was something he had seldom done
And his throwing up several times was just not any fun.
We named him Murphy after a good man we knew
And each day that passed our love for him just grew.
An outside dog was what I said he would be;
Others just smiled to themselves just wait and see.
He slept on the back porch just outside the family den.
Often when you glanced outside youd see him looking in.
At first in the house he was allowed only on his rug
But a toehold had been gained and deeper he soon dug.
Then into the family room he soon was allowed.
We mildly protested but to his wishes we bowed.
Then it was the kitchen the dining room and the upstairs too.
Housebreaking wasnt easy but accidents were only a few.
The master bedroom was the final room that he found
When let in of a morning right onto the bed hed bound.
Getting dressed with him around was always a chore
Murphy leave that alone, was said once twice even more.
Puppy classes at PetsMart was a fun thing to do.
And while going Murphy even learned a basic trick or two.
Some days he would act like he didnt know Jack
But he may have acted that way just to keep going back.
For on Graduation Day Murphy got it all just right.
And from the treats in my pocket he got to take a big bite.
He also loved taking trips over to see his Granddad.
No matter what he did Galen never thought he was bad.
Helping Dad in the yard was one of Murphys true loves.
He loved to run and hide with one of Dads work gloves.
When Mom ran the vacuum Murphy would jump and bark
And he wouldnt be quiet until in the closet it was parked.
He would head to the kitchen when Mom started to cook.
And whenever Dad ate morsels of food he gladly took.
If you didnt feed him Murphy would stare and pout.
You just couldnt resist feeding that lovable brown snout.
When you came home at night he would act so glad to see you
That no matter how bad the day was you just couldnt stay blue.
His whole body would wag from his nose to his tail;
It would bring a smile to your face absolutely without fail.
He would sometimes run through the house like a wild maniac
Some things got knocked off but at least they rarely cracked.
Hed jump on the couch while running full blast
Oh what memories we have of dog days gone past.