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Love Notes From Murphy – Father’s Day


Dear Dad,

You are the best.

Definitely better than the rest.

I really do think you are great.

But would it kill you to give me more treats?!?!

I like it when you take me for a walk.

You are really great at listening to mom when she needs to talk.

Thank you for feeding me and buying me toys.

If you buy me even more, I’ll promise to be a good boy.



You are the best dad . . .

. . . I could ever have.


p.s. poems are hard.



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Love Notes From Murphy – Pick-Up Lines Edition 


You are the ham to my eggs. And you have really nice legs.

What do you think? It’s an attention-getter all right, but will it land me a hot date?

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Mondays with Murphy – The Poop Garden

The humans built me a Poop Garden. This is me in my poop garden:


The humans said I am using it wrong.  I said, I was pooped, so I laid down to rest.  Isn’t that what a Poop Garden is for? Silly humans.

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Mondays with Murphy – Da Bears

Murphy says, “Go Bears!!!!”


Check out how my Bears shirt brings out my muscles:



p.s. please ignore my drool

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Begging with Murphy

***Disclaimer: Murphy is very much well loved and well fed.***

Here is Murphy last night:

Murphy Begging

I bet that after seeing this picture you don’t believe me anymore.

The truth is that Murphy had just been taken outside and fed dinner.   I also put his sweatshirt on so that he wouldn’t get cold.  So why such a sad face?  Because Murphy is smarter than I give him credit for.  He knows that when I see that face, I melt and he can have pretty much anything he wants.

You see, I was eating popcorn and even though I had shared some with Murphy, I apparently had not shared enough.

Murphy takes begging to the extreme.  Fortunately, Murphy only begs when he really wants something.  Unfortunately, when it comes to food, the only thing Murphy doesn’t want is uncooked vegetables and jelly donuts.



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Mondays with Murphy – Treats Please


Sorry I haven’t blogged in a long time, Mommy was busy getting married, and I don’t have any thumbs of my own to blog with.

This weekend is trick or treat in the neighborhood, and I am really hoping that Mommy will make me treats too!!!  I found a recipe for Frozen Yogurt Dog Treats and for Frozen Dog Treats.  Yes, dogs can use the internet too – especially when they have a good human!!!  I am hoping that if I post these recipes, mom will see them and make me treats for Halloween.

I need to pick a Halloween costume too.  I was thinking that I could wear my Yoda shirt again or my Rufferree shirt.

Look at me as Yoda, don’t I look good!!!

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I once dressed as an airplane pilot, but I accidentally ate that costume.  Oooooops!!! It was my very first halloween costume, and no one told me you aren’t supposed to eat your halloween costumes.

Dad thinks I should dress as Yoda again, but mom thinks I should get a new costume.  What do you think?

Also, Mom told me that Saturday is National Pit Bull Awareness Day, and this is how the conversation went:

Mom:  Murphy, did you know that Saturday is National Pit Bull Awareness Day?  Do you want to do something to celebrate?

Murphy: Mom, why would we celebrate?

Mom: Because you are a pit bull, Murphy.

Murphy: Me??? No way, Mom. Pit Bulls are big dogs, and I am just a tiny little lap dog.  Don’t you see how nice I fit on your lap????

Mom: No, Murphy you aren’t a lap dog, you just think you are.

Murphy:  Woooooah, mind blown!!!  Its a good thing I have super dog contortionist abilities so that I can turn myself into a lap dog!!  I am like a magician or something!! Who wants to cuddle?!?!?!

Don’t you think that Mom should make me treats now — It is trick-or-treating, I look super adorable in a costume, and its my day!!!!!!



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Murphy the Poet

Hello Friends!!! Murphy here!

I got some big news  . . . I am becoming a poet.

I have been working on impressing the ladies, and apparently, looking cool in your sunglasses only gets you so far.

Murphy Shades

The ladies want good looks, the smarts, and sensitivity, so I asked mom to help me write some poems.

Here is what we have come up with so far, be prepared to be wooed.

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

You have pretty hair.

We would make quite the pair.

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

I don’t mean to be cheesy.

But I hope your day is breezy.

What do you think, guys? The ladies are going to love this stuff.

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

I got so much game.

All of the ladies know me by name.

Too far?

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How to Wake Up According to Murphy

Hello friends.  This is Murphy.  Mom has been super busy with wedding stuffs, so I decided to blog without her.  I know you are wondering how I am writing this because I do not have any thumbs. Well friends, a pibble never reveals his tricks. 

Today I thought I would talk about the art of waking up.  The humans don’t realize that there is more to a morning than getting out of bed.  Here are the steps:

  1. Spend a couple of extra minutes in bed cuddling.  Cuddling is very important to starting the day in a good mood.  If you are a pibble, or pibble owner, you have one step ahead of the rest of the word, because who wouldn’t want to cuddle with a pibble. It is one of our best qualities – cuddleability.
  2. Don’t get out of bed just because the humans said it was time.  This is a perfect time to use all the covers and get a few extra minutes of shut-eye without the humans pushing you around because you are hogging the whole bed.  Its not your fault that you need to take up 3/4 of the bed during the night, and the humans complain about this.    
  3. When you finally get out of bed, have a good stretch.  Doggie yoga time.
  4. Then, have a nice roll in the carpet.  Mom says that humans do not roll in the carpet (or the grass). I find this fascinating.  Silly humans, you do not know what you are missing.
  5. Finally, after all of that is done, wander downstairs for breakfast.  If you have good servants, I mean humans, they will have breakfast waiting for you.
  6. After breakfast, it is time for your after-breakfast nap/cuddle.  But first you must give the ones you love a thousand kissess.  All mornings should start with kisses.  After that, it is time to go back to bed for a good morning nap.  

One last tip.   If you want to cuddle with the humans in the morning (or any time of day), and they have a computer on their lap, step on the computer, the human will move it.  Hehehe works every time for me, mom is so silly, she always falls for my tricks.

What, Mom, you want me to wake up? Yeah, I don't think so. I  finally got this pillow that you were hogging all night.

What, Mom, you want me to wake up?
Yeah, I don’t think so. I finally got this pillow that you were hogging all night.


Happy Saturday morning friends!!! I hope everyone started their day with extra cuddles and extra kisses.  

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Relationship Intervention

A local radio program has a weekly program called “relationship intervention.”  The basic premise is that Person A (who has a problem with Person B) calls into the program and explains the problem with Person B. The station then calls Person B and  they attempt to hash out the problem on the air.  It never works, and I am fairly certain that Person B is usually quite upset with Person A, but hey, that is a problem for another Relationship Intervention I suppose.

Alas, I wondered what would happen if I called in about Murphy.  You see Murphy has one big problem . . . he does not believe in personal space – at all.  See human, will beg for lovin.  See human lap, will cuddle.  See human face, will kiss.  If you don’t believe me, I present evidence . . .

Murphy Clinger    Murphy Needy  Murphy Uses Dads Head as a Pillow

Do you believe em now? I envisioned the conversation going like this . . .

Me: Hi Murphy!

Murphy: Hi Mom, Do you like my bow tie?

Me: Hi Murphy, Yes I do like your bow tie.  There is something I wanted to talk to you about.

Murphy:  Okay, Mom.  What is it? Do you want to talk about how dorable I am.  Because I am super dorable.  If I had tumbs, I would give my dorableness two tumbs up.

Me:  No, Murphy it isn’t that.

Murphy:  Okay, good Mom.  I was worried.

Me:  Well, Murphy I just wanted to tell you that you are not a lap dog.

Murphy:  WHAT?!?!?!?! No way.  That is not possible. Mom, pibbles are by definition lap dogs.  It is part of our DNAs.

Me:  Well, Murphy, you weigh 62 pounds, you are not lap-sized.

Murphy:  Oh, Mom, you are so silly, that is why I curl up in a pibble ball.  It is a special pibble trick.  When I curl up in a pibble ball, I become  lap-sized.  You have so much to learn mom, besides, who wouldn’t want to cuddle with this face.  I dare you, Mom, say no to this face . . .

It is so hard to be me.

Doesn’t anyone want to give me some lovin?

Me:  Oh alright, Murphy, let’s cuddle.

Murphy:  AWESOME!!! How bout some pibble kisses too?!?!?!?!

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