Listening for Murphy

Hunters sometimes use bells on dog collars to locate their pups.  I've thought about that with Murphy, especially when we are outside.  But for some reason I can hear her just fine.  Wee hours of the morning, before I can hear the newspaper thunk on the porch (actually, my newspapers never have landed on my porch but that is a whole other story), I can now hear Murph, downstairs, wandering around.  

I almost always get up before the alarm, worried she needs something.  We'll go out in back, I'll look at the stars and she'll check out the grass.  Our new routine.

There is a nip in the air, Autumn is here.  Murphy and me, listening for each other.

Murphy's day.