Tuesdays With Murphy: In the Doghouse

I hope I haven’t given the impression that just because I live in the Wonderful World of Whiteway, it’s all fun and games out here. I can’t leave my humans alone for 5 minutes without them coming up with some new special project that, of course, I have to supervise. Take The Berry (a.k.a. Miss Kijiji), whose dalliance with online bargain shopping led us to one of our more recent work days – setting up the dog house.

When Jerry, Joe and Alf backed in the trailer, I knew it was ‘go’ time – these men can’t be expected to supervise themselves! Of course, the humans are calling this 6X6 from Mount Pearl a ‘shed,’ but I know what it really is …. four small walls, small roof, set outside in viewing distance from the house – that’s a doghouse if I ever saw one. Maybe it’s a bit bigger than the standard, but I’ve already seen Jerry ‘in the doghouse’ more than once. But not to worry, gentlemen – if your time in the doghouse starts becoming more literal than figurative, you’ll know I’ll be right along beside you to keep you company!

Tuesdays with Murphy: Murphy Takes the Wheel

My humans are nice but sometimes I wonder about them. Jerry is a great guy but driving with him is like being on a Disney ride. Accelerating, decelerating, twisting and turning – he makes me feel like a giant bobble-head doll. So I decided to take charge – I’m going to do all the driving!

Either that, or The Berry is going to have to become my prime chauffeur – she’s much more sensible. Now they just need to name this SUV after me!

Splintered

Joe Friday was fooling around this weekend (you know, acting his age and all!) and got a splinter. Luckily for him, our niece Lisa, who happens to be a triage nurse, was spending some time with us at the cottages. So she got the needles out and went to work.

Not given to drama or exaggeration, Joe warned us that the splinter might be a good one. And he was brave right up to the bitter end, when Lisa got close to pulling the splinter out and he started to scream.

Big baby, he called THAT a splinter. What a sook! (To any non-Newfoundlanders, a ‘sook’ is a cry baby!) But he was grateful to Lisa to get it out. That’s what family’s for!