Hall of Fame

On Wednesday, I was walking the dogs in our usual place. After a day of pouring rain, the sun was finally coming out, the rays shining through the wet Douglas fir and White pine needles, it was gorgeous. As we reached the little lake, I started thinking about Murphy. My Murphy. She loved t his walk, ambling along, crawling underneath a log, watching Sage do her mad dogs with other pups we met along the way.

And I felt her with me as we walked.

I realized if there was a dog hall of fame, Murphy would be in it. She was one of the great ones.

Murphy's day.