tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335510822024-03-12T21:53:28.195-07:00The Life of Murphey (and Reilly too!)Drop in every now and then and I'll let you know what's going on in the life of a terr-mutt and his buddy Reilly the schnorkie.Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.comBlogger252125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-40347034434105208722009-05-05T06:39:00.000-07:002009-05-05T06:42:46.604-07:00Taking a BreakWell, as you can see we haven't been blogging lately. We are all fine, the lady feels MUCH better, but we just haven't had anything to say. Busy, Busy, Busy for the upcoming summer. Boring, Boring, Boring around here.....<br /><br />So we're going to take a break for a little while. We promise to come back, and we just know we'll be back in action before summer ends.<br /><br />MurphMurpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-12809261177989772009-04-04T08:54:00.001-07:002009-04-04T09:00:23.855-07:00ARGHHHHHHHH!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SdeD-eF2aII/AAAAAAAAC4o/b5rdFqTezHQ/s1600-h/washington+dc+119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320866594014259330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SdeD-eF2aII/AAAAAAAAC4o/b5rdFqTezHQ/s320/washington+dc+119.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No, the lady wasn't on Spring Break since March 13th! When she got home she got sick. Really sick, first Strep Throat, then the flu, two ear infections, and to top it all off the medicine upset her tummy. I am not allowed to tell you what it did to her tummy, but in us pups they call it the poopies (heh, wadda ya mean I wasn't supposed to say that?!) Everybody laughed cause she got sick with things kids usually get, ear infections and strep throat, she does act like a kid most days, so I guess she deserves to get kid illness.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So she is finally feeling better and I made her, MADE HER, get on to our blog and then she shouted ARGHHHHHHH! We have over 400 hundred posts to read, that deserves another ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! So we will be reading and soon actually posting. As you can imagine we have not been doing much with the lady so sick. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-35607525722294333362009-03-14T06:55:00.000-07:002009-03-14T06:56:23.303-07:00SPRING BREAK!!!!!The lady is off to Washington DC with Joey, our 13 year old friend from Galveston. They are going to see the sites of our Nation's Capitol! We're staying with Judy....<br /><br />Be back in a week!Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-28542771276357099762009-03-08T12:33:00.000-07:002009-03-08T12:33:00.318-07:00Keeping Me Away From His FoodSome chubby puppy really likes the new low fat food. He is so afraid I will try to eat it that he shoves his bowl under that Hoosier and then protects it with his pitty paws.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG29mGz1JI/AAAAAAAAC4I/8keIOtwwd3Q/s1600-h/murphey+and+reilly+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305723005336540306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG29mGz1JI/AAAAAAAAC4I/8keIOtwwd3Q/s320/murphey+and+reilly+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> Then he licks every speck of food out of that bowl.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG29ogdVfI/AAAAAAAAC4A/mHsT2a8OEdE/s1600-h/murphey+and+reilly+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305723005980988914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG29ogdVfI/AAAAAAAAC4A/mHsT2a8OEdE/s320/murphey+and+reilly+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> He is one crazy pup. <div></div></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-26160556525992808742009-03-02T12:29:00.000-08:002009-03-02T12:29:03.323-08:00Then there was mud....The ice melted and we were left with this......MUD. <br />Hey, can I come inside now?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305721921376933714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG1-gCs11I/AAAAAAAAC3g/VNc7kaJPnLc/s320/murphey+and+reilly+008.jpg" border="0" />What do you mean I have muddy paws, I do not!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG1-x8QNcI/AAAAAAAAC3o/2esGYmAHl60/s1600-h/murphey+and+reilly+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305721926181729730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG1-x8QNcI/AAAAAAAAC3o/2esGYmAHl60/s320/murphey+and+reilly+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Fine, I will just lay here and pout until you let me in.....<br /><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305721926616865762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG1-zj_2-I/AAAAAAAAC3w/UKVCV-RuF2s/s320/murphey+and+reilly+011.jpg" border="0" /><br />Hey, get that camera away from my paws!</div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305722109488130018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG2Jcz55-I/AAAAAAAAC34/sR19xd47zD4/s320/murphey+and+reilly+012.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br />Okay, maybe they were a little muddy.......Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-46898168880506127212009-02-26T11:55:00.000-08:002009-02-26T11:55:00.457-08:00Way behind<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG1LoifLZI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/ltlrIbekx0A/s1600-h/murphey+and+reilly+004.jpg"></a> Well, the lady is watching everything I do, my poop, my eating, my sleeping, my walking, she seems to be worried that I am still not feeling better. I keep telling her I am fine woman, leave me alone, and could you stop shoving those pills down my throat? No, darn it.... <div><div><div><div><div></div><br /><div>My blood work shows better, so that is some good news.</div><div></div><br /><div>Now these pictures are really late, but Reilly got to encounter an ice day. He was begging not to have to go out.</div><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305713580302515410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaGuY_HlvNI/AAAAAAAAC24/qNWXbaJtmKs/s320/murphey+and+reilly+005.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><p>Then he ventured further onto the deck.</p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305713578054040818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaGuY2vgvPI/AAAAAAAAC3A/4V0-x27PzpI/s320/murphey+and+reilly+006.jpg" border="0" /></p><div>Then finally he went and peed. It took forever!</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305720915136220114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaG1D7gOC9I/AAAAAAAAC3I/zvpeMtKtTlA/s320/murphey+and+reilly+007.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />Mr. Fancy Pants doesn't like getting his pitty pat paws cold. Next time we'll show you what it looked like when the ice melted.Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-35410560428017428872009-02-22T11:50:00.000-08:002009-02-22T11:55:28.515-08:00Feeling Better and Back Home Again!The lady finally busted me outta that darn vet hospital. Was I ever glad to get home. I ran right to my favorite sleeping place and took a nice long nap, without a stupid IV in my leg. I do feel better, no more bad poop, and I am eating again. I even like my special low fat diet, yum, that food is so good I snaarf it up so fast. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaGswwxEl_I/AAAAAAAAC2o/ec3CmwoxmUg/s1600-h/murphey+and+reilly+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305711789743577074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SaGswwxEl_I/AAAAAAAAC2o/ec3CmwoxmUg/s320/murphey+and+reilly+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Reilly said he missed me, even though he got to go to Mischa's house every day to play. <br /><br />Well, gotta go, Mom's got my treat ready for me, it's a snap pea, man I love those snap peas...<br /><br />Hey, good terr-vibes to Bogart's dad Klaus, to Poppy for her throat and Snickers, we want the seizure monster to GO AWAY!Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-24909603971875781372009-02-16T11:39:00.000-08:002009-02-16T11:46:43.791-08:00PancreatitisI've hijacked Murphey's blog to explain where we have been and why we haven't been blogging. Murphey had been acting lethargic, not eating too well, and he even attacked Reilly a few weeks ago. All this seemed unusual but the vet couldn't find anything wrong. Then he started really not eating, and when the vomiting and diarrhea started we rushed back to the vet and found out he had Pancreatitis. That required a few nights stay at the vet hospital and now he (and Reilly) are going to be on a low fat diet. The hope is that this is just a one time acute attack, but diet and monitoring will become a regular part of life around here. I just want my little guy to feel better soon.<br /><br />Oh, and Reilly hates the food, but since I have a hard time keeping them out of each others bowls, the same food for both. Strangely enough, Mini Schnauzers that are over weight (Reilly) are more prone to pancreatitis so the diet is a good idea for him too.<br /><br />We promise to catch up and start blogging again soon, but for right now I am too busy taking care of my sick pup.<br /><br />KathleenMurpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-18885057840243620222009-01-16T11:18:00.000-08:002009-01-16T11:18:00.433-08:00Get it, GET IT!<div align="center">Some nights when we are getting ready for sleepy time, something under the covers moves, and when it does it causes us to ATTACK! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Reilly goes crazy, as you will see from this video.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzqHW3cYbPnxfKpO9jejVeElmnz4MBqNkfwN0rNQ_LR3xsNLhec2LnN3xa_F1fM3MvM-Dai5xEmXxM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I mean the dude is a barking, scratching fool! I'm smart enough to do this:</div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278614886870255970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFoRbX9iWI/AAAAAAAACyc/G8VB5z9247U/s320/DSC03177.JPG" border="0" /><br />I look under the covers to see what it is and it always turns out to be the same thing, the lady's legs!<br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwlk_iziImKW_y_amltx4CN8wt4wHwfdAaKDXy-mKij_3TMCR3rUaYns4mxFmrc34JMMByxGBW5fH8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p></p>Doesn't stop Reilly from trying to get 'em.</div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-26803187634388948602009-01-12T12:49:00.000-08:002009-01-12T12:49:00.381-08:00Car Rides<div align="center"> I love getting to go with the lady places, I really do. The only thing I don't like is long car rides. I don't like them because I get car sick. We were almost to Auntie's house and the lady moved us up to the front seat. Look how unhappy I am, and look how happy that fat head is behind me! He doesn't care that I feel like crap, in fact I think he was laughing at me. I would have given him a big old bite, but I felt too sick to do it.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV5-NGDQ-wI/AAAAAAAAC0c/5W9DFjmoJbc/s1600-h/DSC03278.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286801776007248642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV5-NGDQ-wI/AAAAAAAAC0c/5W9DFjmoJbc/s320/DSC03278.JPG" border="0" /></a> Don't worry, the lady turned off the passenger side airbag and she had us in our doggie seat belts. Here I am really looking sick while Reilly is making fun of me.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV5-Mu_uXGI/AAAAAAAAC0U/vOm-SioNnSg/s1600-h/DSC03276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286801769818381410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV5-Mu_uXGI/AAAAAAAAC0U/vOm-SioNnSg/s320/DSC03276.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Most of the ride Reilly does this, sleeps and snores. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286801792851564066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV5-OEzQ1iI/AAAAAAAAC0s/Zs50p7z0dUE/s320/DSC03293.JPG" border="0" />See his big belly? The vet says fatty has to lose two pounds and you can really see it here.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286801784037717410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV5-Nj94NaI/AAAAAAAAC0k/iAuA6tW692g/s320/DSC03295.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div></div><br /><br /><p>For our last Christmas post, here is the photo the lady sent out with her cards, and maybe this is why we got a stick!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286803805120195138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV6ADNFfakI/AAAAAAAAC00/VVdkXdMobO4/s320/DSC03220.JPG" border="0" /></p>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-35098827714916714312009-01-07T12:33:00.000-08:002009-01-07T12:33:00.409-08:00How Good We Were<div align="center"> We went to Auntie and Uncle's house for Christmas. We had a really good time and the lady made us promise to be good. And we were, really, we were! Except for when we jumped on company, then we got put in the bedroom. But other than that we were good, well, except for when we barked at the neighbor kids and tried to play bitey face with them. Or when I stole a whole ball of cheese and hid it in a chair to snack on later....one of the peeps found it when they sat down on it and felt a big old sticky mess. The peeps were happy I hadn't eaten the whole thing, something about trouble pooping I might have had if I had eaten it?! I say not my fault, don't leave it where I can get it. But that was it for the bad stuff, really. Umm, escept Reilly did pee on the carpet once, he insisted the carpet felt like grass, and he is sticking by his excuse. </div><div align="center"><br /><br />We were perfect other than those things!<br /><br />Yeah, just don't count the time that Reilly puked in the living room. The peeps shouted for the lady to come clean it up and when she got there Reilly hunched over and then pooped too! For his final offering he the peed in a big puddle right next to the puke and poop. That must have been Reilly's version of a Christmas gift, I don't think they appreciated it. We didn't take pictures, although I think it would have been a worthy Stain Award entry. We had just been out for a walk too, he was saving it up, and we found out he shouldn't eat people food.<br /><br /><br />But really, after that we were as good as two badly behaved dogs can be!<br /><br /><br />So we spent a lot of time here in the bedroom:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286800597420842498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV59IfeXngI/AAAAAAAAC0E/8NLTdCjaz9Q/s320/DSC03283.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />And I could hide on the rug on the bed cause I matched it perfectly.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286800589095070034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV59IAdWaVI/AAAAAAAACz8/lvYStftRD_Q/s320/DSC03282.JPG" border="0" /><br />You can see me better when my eyes are open.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286800601569639058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV59Iu7hOpI/AAAAAAAAC0M/GVC0qcE3JBc/s320/DSC03288.JPG" border="0" />But here was my favorite place, Auntie's lap.</div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-61762796532305958242009-01-02T12:23:00.000-08:002009-01-02T12:30:19.013-08:00New Year'e Eve Celebration<div align="center">We interupt our regullaryly scheduled review of the Christmas Vacation (and Reilly's poop and puke fest) to say HAPPY NEW YEAR! Here was our favorite New Year's Party visitor, GRACE!!!! </div><div align="center">(oh, her dad is kind of cool too, but I love Grace).</div><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV54HucIFHI/AAAAAAAACz0/BYmzJM_ghKM/s1600-h/DSC03297.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286795086699959410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV54HucIFHI/AAAAAAAACz0/BYmzJM_ghKM/s320/DSC03297.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p> Don't panic, it was sparkling apple cider, we don't give champagne to small children!<br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV54HeGaBiI/AAAAAAAACzs/_toliW7Wgig/s1600-h/DSC03298.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286795082313893410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SV54HeGaBiI/AAAAAAAACzs/_toliW7Wgig/s320/DSC03298.JPG" border="0" /></a> Perhaps the real reason I love Grace so much is that I get whatever she doesn't want to eat AND she had a cool stuffed reindeer that I kept trying to sneak away from her. I never did succeed, she kept that stuffie gripped tight in her hand. <br /><br /><div align="center">Happy New Year!<br /></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-56851024023891436022008-12-30T08:06:00.000-08:002008-12-30T08:29:04.386-08:00Not Only a Stick...<div>Okay, so we didn't get only a stick for Christmas, that was just my lady's stupid way to tease us. We did get Christmas sweatshirts. They were red with a Christmas tree on the back. Look very closely at me in this sweatshirt. You will never see me in it again, NEVER!<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SVpHW4ysaiI/AAAAAAAACy0/mXALNVJOM6o/s1600-h/DSC03280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615571200404002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SVpHW4ysaiI/AAAAAAAACy0/mXALNVJOM6o/s320/DSC03280.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is a close up of my face, I am NOT HAPPY! I froze like a statue and just stood there. Even when they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">held</span> a treat up I refused to move. </div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619678395151970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SVpLF9SOtmI/AAAAAAAACzM/7SZy5EUAfxM/s320/DSC03296.JPG" border="0" /><br />Here is Reilly, he also looks unhappy, but later he decided he love that darn sweatshirt and he wore it for days.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SVpHWbdez-I/AAAAAAAACys/1Sz1FKY6Np0/s1600-h/DSC03279.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615563326803938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SVpHWbdez-I/AAAAAAAACys/1Sz1FKY6Np0/s320/DSC03279.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is what we wanted to take home with us from our Auntie Janet's house, her rug in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">the</span> kitchen. We both loved sitting on it in front of the stove. It keep our little behinds warm and it was so much better than the cold tile. I told Reilly to pee or poop on it so we could take it home, but when he finally did poop inside it wasn't on the rug! More on that excitement in a later post.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618897113257746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SVpKYeyHFxI/AAAAAAAACzE/F5npXwKfrPY/s320/DSC03285.JPG" border="0" /> After I kicked the chubby, red <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sweat shirted</span> pup off the rug, I sat on it for a while. Notice that I am now no longer wearing the dreaded sweatshirt?!<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615574239999458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SVpHXEHY9eI/AAAAAAAACy8/aY80X74abd4/s320/DSC03287.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>More later.</p>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-13841378223341491692008-12-26T09:31:00.000-08:002008-12-26T09:31:01.219-08:00Merry Christmas, is that our New Toy?!<div align="center">Hope Everyone had a Merry Christmas!</div><div align="center">So the lady read that there was a new toy inducted into the Toy Museum Hall of Fame and we were so excited becasue she said she was going to get us one for Christmas. What was the toy you ask? A Stick, that's right, a stick. WTF, what kind of bleeping gift is that? Here is the <a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=333&sid=4723027">article</a>: And here we are with our stick...not even two sticks, but we have to share?! Double WTF.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFR2nijVaI/AAAAAAAACxs/NAIBfhyazIQ/s1600-h/DSC03130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590237023622562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFR2nijVaI/AAAAAAAACxs/NAIBfhyazIQ/s320/DSC03130.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then the fight was on for the worst Christmas gift ever, um, I mean the awesome stick.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFR2MRLJqI/AAAAAAAACxk/G0MZt6FZmY8/s1600-h/DSC03122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590229702977186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFR2MRLJqI/AAAAAAAACxk/G0MZt6FZmY8/s320/DSC03122.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Um, yeah, how much fun does that look like?! </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFR1glkJwI/AAAAAAAACxc/4p0lqOmPaU0/s1600-h/DSC03120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590217977341698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFR1glkJwI/AAAAAAAACxc/4p0lqOmPaU0/s320/DSC03120.JPG" border="0" /></a> Not much. Stupid Stick.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFR1SzuOxI/AAAAAAAACxU/mUBl0s_hvF8/s1600-h/DSC03110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590214278626066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFR1SzuOxI/AAAAAAAACxU/mUBl0s_hvF8/s320/DSC03110.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We got cheated, I don't care what they say at the Toy Museum Hall of Fame.<br /><div></div><br /></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-36758249310434245192008-12-18T09:48:00.000-08:002008-12-18T09:48:00.141-08:00MFing Opossum!<div align="center"> Last night I did my favorite thing in the world, and the lady's least favorite thing. I went out our dog door to take care of some peeing business and I saw a freaking opossum, and it was on MY FENCE! So I started barking and Reilly came out and joined me in the 2 am in the morning bark fest. Barking wasn't enough so I started doing this:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFSjnAEEsI/AAAAAAAACyU/C5R81cfFrQU/s1600-h/DSC03187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278591009973080770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFSjnAEEsI/AAAAAAAACyU/C5R81cfFrQU/s320/DSC03187.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yup, jumping up to try to get that stupid possum, his tail, his foot, anything! Jump, Bark, Jump Bark, Jump, Bark, and the lady telling us to stop barking. Is she crazy, doesn't she see that ugly a&* opossum on OUR FENCE!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFSjEiDFYI/AAAAAAAACyM/x8a1Jsfqa1w/s1600-h/DSC03182.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278591000720381314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFSjEiDFYI/AAAAAAAACyM/x8a1Jsfqa1w/s320/DSC03182.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Reilly can't jump, but he sure was trying to climb that fence. Then some more barks.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFSilxh4EI/AAAAAAAACyE/Pba-Yu-qmNI/s1600-h/DSC03181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590992463814722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFSilxh4EI/AAAAAAAACyE/Pba-Yu-qmNI/s320/DSC03181.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And more jumps. Man, I almost got that thing's tail before the lady grabbed us and made us come inside. I was so proud of myself, look at me smile.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278627475238574770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFzuKs2WrI/AAAAAAAACyk/vUpvd9wmf14/s320/DSC03207.JPG" border="0" />One day I am going to catch that darn thing and teach it a lesson or two. <div></div><br /></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-69143010050154993532008-12-15T09:46:00.000-08:002008-12-15T09:46:00.124-08:00Yummy Bread<div align="center"><a href="http://northfordmaggie.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-mom-and-dad.html">Mitch and Maggie </a> posted a recipe for cheese bread and the lady just to make it. It sure smelled good while it was cooking.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590603676126786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFSL9bUjkI/AAAAAAAACx0/M6ULITWH8MI/s320/DSC03167.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">And look how awesome it looks! See, the lady cut some and took a bite, she even showed the piece with small bites out of it. Nope, those aren't our bites, we didn't get any. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFSOMAFZtI/AAAAAAAACx8/YbGnjyDBSfQ/s1600-h/DSC03169.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590641948157650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUFSOMAFZtI/AAAAAAAACx8/YbGnjyDBSfQ/s320/DSC03169.JPG" border="0" /></a>Reilly and I are kinda bummed out, but the lady sure is happy, she's been eating that bread like crazy. Thanks Maggie and Mitch's Mom!</div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-27576981968894079152008-12-10T14:28:00.000-08:002008-12-10T14:33:40.568-08:00Yeah, Boring.The lady has been busy going to parties, working and leaving us home. Some Holiday Season, bleh.<br />We did have company and I let them know that their job was to let me lay on them and for them to rub me till I fell asleep.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUBDDiBZebI/AAAAAAAACxM/zM7PIXVuaOc/s1600-h/DSC03032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278292491229559218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUBDDiBZebI/AAAAAAAACxM/zM7PIXVuaOc/s320/DSC03032.JPG" border="0" /></a> Look, it worked, those people are sure easy to train.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUBC543S7yI/AAAAAAAACw0/yr77M5FNh9o/s1600-h/DSC03031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278292325562511138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUBC543S7yI/AAAAAAAACw0/yr77M5FNh9o/s320/DSC03031.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yup, I fell asleep. I do like company.</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278292326728444786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUBC59NRq3I/AAAAAAAACw8/xKhdDuEf54A/s320/DSC03035.JPG" border="0" /> If you wonder why there aren't so many pictures or Reilly on my blog, this is why, most of them look like this:<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278292333853498786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SUBC6XwBXaI/AAAAAAAACxE/Vfkz3ReGutU/s320/DSC03037.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><p>He sees the camera and he runs up and tries to lick it!</p>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-34551455890385012552008-11-25T09:51:00.000-08:002008-11-25T09:51:00.644-08:00Laundry Day, We Love It!<div align="center"> Here is why we love laundry day....we like to sneak something special out the pile:</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269686333416682514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGvzN0INBI/AAAAAAAACwk/CeOlKqKlNks/s320/sock.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">SOCKS!!!!!!!</span> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269686335468090242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGvzVdOM4I/AAAAAAAACws/LnTzLGMQPKk/s320/sock2.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Super stretchy SOCKKKKKKSSSSSS! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Thanksgiving!</span></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-39897616442946448512008-11-21T09:30:00.000-08:002008-11-21T09:30:00.801-08:00My Favorite Pillow<div align="center">This is me on my favorite pillow. The pillow actually belongs on the lady's bed, not on the couch. But I personally prefer to lay on the pillow while it is on the couch. So whenever the lady puts the pillow on the couch, I wait till she goes to work, then I grab the pillow, drag it out to the living room and back up onto the couch. After all that hard work I need a nap.</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGqaKH7riI/AAAAAAAACwc/OGdm35egf9c/s1600-h/DSC03028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269680405371137570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGqaKH7riI/AAAAAAAACwc/OGdm35egf9c/s320/DSC03028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-55154166061161114792008-11-17T09:23:00.000-08:002008-11-17T09:30:38.914-08:00Making Cheese<div align="center"> The lady left us this weekend to go learn how to make cheese. We didn't mind because we figure she would bring us some. Here she is making string cheese!?<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGo3G7eQ1I/AAAAAAAACwE/TwnOEtKIy58/s1600-h/isthatstringcheese.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269678703706522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGo3G7eQ1I/AAAAAAAACwE/TwnOEtKIy58/s320/isthatstringcheese.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Um, is that a giant cheese ball? Can we have some?<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGo2-OoGdI/AAAAAAAACv8/TWHK7DRsUqw/s1600-h/lookwhatimade.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269678701370939858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGo2-OoGdI/AAAAAAAACv8/TWHK7DRsUqw/s320/lookwhatimade.JPG" border="0" /></a> What do lemons have to do with cheese? Apparently you need lemon juice to make ricotta.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGo24_kTlI/AAAAAAAACv0/FY8m33oDUC8/s1600-h/makingricotta.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269678699965599314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGo24_kTlI/AAAAAAAACv0/FY8m33oDUC8/s320/makingricotta.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yummy, a mozzarella cheese roll filled with chopped green olives. Can't wait to taste it.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269678807052821250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGo9H7JowI/AAAAAAAACwM/KcVNd_oUSqA/s320/cheeseroll.JPG" border="0" />The smiling cheese making students. They look so happy without their hairnets on!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269678822379494754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SSGo-BBUHWI/AAAAAAAACwU/UiwrszcgNW8/s320/cheeseclass.JPG" border="0" />But I am mad, we didn't get to try any cheese. I think I will go pee on the couch. And to those that ask, yeah, we get to climb on the coffee table, we've trained our lady well, it's our table, not her's!<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-13153614978301851892008-11-07T10:22:00.000-08:002008-11-07T10:29:07.398-08:00The Lady is Lazy<div>The lady claims that she has been busy, I personally think she is just lazy. She hasn't even been taking pictures. But finally, FINALLY she got out the camera because it was Halloween (yeah, we're late). So here we are waiting on the kids to show up. </div><br /><div>Reilly was bored, and he couldn't stop yawning.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SRSHi5nGzDI/AAAAAAAACvc/3aXR1JmpZW8/s1600-h/DSC03026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265982897953098802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SRSHi5nGzDI/AAAAAAAACvc/3aXR1JmpZW8/s320/DSC03026.JPG" border="0" /></a> Finally Reilly ran to the door cause he thought he heard somebody. I waited to see if it was worth jumping off the table for.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SRSHiutZJiI/AAAAAAAACvU/rtPoyuSt8v0/s1600-h/DSC03021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265982895026677282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SRSHiutZJiI/AAAAAAAACvU/rtPoyuSt8v0/s320/DSC03021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And it was, it was neighbor Grace. Hello there Gracie, have some candy!</div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265982907807979858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SRSHjeUsWVI/AAAAAAAACvk/zb98gDcGVOc/s320/murph.jpg" border="0" /><br />And here is a very barky Reilly telling Grace not to leave with our candy. He didn't realize that we were supposed to give it away.</div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265983644836604354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SRSIOX-AqcI/AAAAAAAACvs/0dY5es_nUn8/s320/murphandreilly.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br />And I would like to tell all of you that we wore no costumes because we swore we would tear them up if the lady even tried to make us wear one.Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-15733827710066476812008-10-18T13:40:00.000-07:002008-10-18T13:40:01.115-07:00Missing the Doodles<div align="center">Well, Slater and Coco went home and we were kinda depressed and lonely, so the lady had Mischa come visit to try to cheer us up.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvJZxhXPpI/AAAAAAAACu4/5FER6WYdawg/s1600-h/new+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254514834885000850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvJZxhXPpI/AAAAAAAACu4/5FER6WYdawg/s320/new+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> While the two <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nutjobs</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wrassled</span>, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">refereed</span> from the table.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvJZ7w4NNI/AAAAAAAACvA/rEA1tJDKU-E/s1600-h/new+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254514837634430162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvJZ7w4NNI/AAAAAAAACvA/rEA1tJDKU-E/s320/new+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Check it out, Reilly has to wear satelite head gear to stop him from licking on his infected foot. At least it is clear so he can see through it and as you can see ---</p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvJaORE8wI/AAAAAAAACvI/eCskyilJ60A/s1600-h/new+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254514842601321218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvJaORE8wI/AAAAAAAACvI/eCskyilJ60A/s320/new+001.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">doesn't</span> slow him down any. And the lady has found out how close Reilly gets to her when she walks, every time her leg swings back it hits the edge of his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">satellite</span> collar. She actually has a bruise from where it keeps hitting her, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hee</span>!<br /></p>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-48246604046606423932008-10-15T11:11:00.001-07:002008-10-15T11:19:55.963-07:00Bob's Big BoyFor those that asked, <a href="http://www.bobs.net/index.html">Bob's Big Boy </a>was a restaurant on the West Coast and all of them had a statue in front like the one in the picture. And yup, that is a big old fake hamburger. We've been told that here in Dallas they had the same statue but it was called Kip's Big Boy, but the lady says she can't find any proof of that!Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-55191165022141741752008-10-13T13:38:00.000-07:002008-10-13T13:38:00.805-07:00What or Who is That?!<div align="center">We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">interrupt</span> our regularly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">scheduled</span> post to ask, Who or What is that with the lady?<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvI1dIBk3I/AAAAAAAACuw/P2vaSVioCOU/s1600-h/kids+133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254514210934723442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvI1dIBk3I/AAAAAAAACuw/P2vaSVioCOU/s320/kids+133.jpg" border="0" /></a> She says it is Bob's Big Boy and we say HUH?!<br /><br /></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33551082.post-74869661534112899472008-10-10T13:34:00.000-07:002008-10-10T13:34:00.405-07:00Protective and Lazy<div align="center">Really, do I even need words to describe the scene?</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvIFnBpxVI/AAAAAAAACug/5GPib_CRSHY/s1600-h/new+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254513388958631250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvIFnBpxVI/AAAAAAAACug/5GPib_CRSHY/s320/new+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Slater protecting his food bowl and eatting, all while laying down. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvIF2hvuhI/AAAAAAAACuo/mdkrLScCvEw/s1600-h/new+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254513393119771154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_226Hzot0FtA/SOvIF2hvuhI/AAAAAAAACuo/mdkrLScCvEw/s320/new+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yup, Lazy!<br /><br /></div>Murpheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18141911530899997750noreply@blogger.com9