They say dogs tend to look like their owners.
Well, maybe it’s vice versa.
In either case, Murphy, Murph, the Murphinator, Murphilicious, sometimes Murpy or just plain Murp (because the first time I ever made a name tag for you, I inadvertently forgot the “H” in your name), you do your species one better.
And your re-diagnosis comes, yes, on your birthday to boot.
Now you and your girl are on some of the same meds. Again.
“You hear that, puppy?” she says snuggling her rashy face against your pocked noggin. “We’re in this together!”
E.B. White once wrote:
"A really companionable and indispensable dog
is an accident of nature.
You can't get it by breeding for it,
and you can't buy it with money.
It just happens along."
You certainly have been an accident of nature, Murp.
And we couldn’t be happier that you happened along in our lives.
Happy 5th, my four-legged friend.
Now stop licking me there!
I mean it.
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Throw Murphy’s girl a bone. Donate to Cure JM to support our family’s efforts to make sure no children suffers from juvenile myositis diseases ever again.