Murphy's Refuge

It's early in the morning.  I've just finished reading headlines, skimming the local news, walked out front and picked up the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times, headlines about investment bank failures, incursions into Pakistan, political candidates lives, inflation (which, by the way, the price of dog food is going up)...the world seems off-kilter.  

But the one thing about being owned by Murphy is that she provides refuge.  Even more now than in her younger life.  When she was young, we would find solace in playing together.  Hours and hours of throwing the tennis ball, running, swimming, whatever was on your mind evaporated.  We simply shared our hearts.  Now, though, I can sit down with her, cuddle, and feel her lean on me.  We are together in this time, relying on each other.

She is loyal and true, willing to go on walks, enjoying the little routines we have, enduring Sage's nose poking in her ears.  Murph is the glue, holding us all together.  She is our refuge.

Murphy's day.