Saturday, June 25, 2011
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Poor Murf, he just doesn't understand. When I adopted him from the shelter I had a job which allowed me to bring him to work with me everyday. Each morning after a brisk walk and good breakfast, Murf and I would head out for a day at the office. After 6 years, I left the job and Murf began spending his days at home while I went back to college. We started taking long evening walks which allowed us to spend some time together and Murf to get a breathe of fresh air. Now 5 years later and after his February leg injury he has been confined to the house and yard. His leg just can't endure the workout of a walk. So he spends his retirement laying on the porch and wandering around the yard. He just doesn't understand.
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9 comments:
awww... poor "puppy". Change is hard for all of us to understand. He looks deep in thought here...
Aw...so sad!I would agree^...he does look deep in thought.
Poor guy! Nice picture of him too.. Hugs to Murf!
Awww...poor Murphy-- tell him that most people would kill for that kind of retirement!
Poor Murph...he doesn't know how good he has it with all the love he gets. What a precious picture of him contemplating his beloved walk.
Awe, makes me sad. But I'm glad he has you.
Awww, poor guy! What a sweet little face.
Sweet Murph! I know he enjoys being with you! He has a beautiful face!
Poor guy! What a sweet, patient face he has.
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