Memories of Murphy

One of my fondest memories of Murphy has to do with winter.  She came to me in the winter.  A fierce New York winter.  Her first night in New York she was "sledding" down the hill created by all the snow we had shoveled.

The the other three seasons came.

So, after Christmas, she went to Vermont.  And we stopped to let her out as we worked out way to Manchester...

Murphy went nuts.  Banking off the snow, tailed tucked, running like crazy.  Pure joy.

And the girls, this past weekend, were a lot like their predecessor.  Snow!

Murphy's Day.