The Dynamic Duo

Okay, UBob, I promise soon to write part IV in the captivating “Emily” saga. But I really think that a new addition to our family deserves an introductory post, don’t you? Of course, I’m talking about Murphy, you new brother!
A little background, Maestro: As loyal readers know, UltraDad is now working in Nevada driving a big, BIG truck for a gold mining company. He works ungodly hours, switching between 12-hour days and nights, but gets 7 days off in a row once a month. So, your intrepid UltraMom drove 6 hours and took several days off from work to spend a few days with her hard-working man. UDad is currently staying with his sister….......shall we say UltraPat? This woman bravely teaches high and jr high math, and has a secret passion. Okay, maybe not so secret; she loves dogs. Pat has 12 canines of varying breeds; Great Pyrenes, Boston Terrier, Miniature Pinscher, Cocker Spaniel, and then there are the Poodles. Registered pooches are sold under the auspices of WindChime Kennels, and she rarely has trouble selling them all with the help of the World Wide Web. The latest 4 puppies were all named after…...trees! There were Willow, Ash, & Oak. All quickly sold. Then there was Elm. Elm was the runt of the litter, but apricot colored like his siblings. At 4 months old, he was still at home, happily taking on the role of spoiled only child. But now he is MINE. UltraDad encouraged me, coming up with solutions for all of the dog-ownership problems I foretold, and our dogless years were at an end. The first order of business was a name change. I suggested names like “Snuggle Bear”,”Cinnamon”, “Alfie”, and finally, in desparation as we drove about Elko, “Arby”, “Wendy” and “Check to Cash”. Again, UltraDad came up with the perfect one: Murphy.
We happily spent one day puppy-shopping: a bed, food bowl, puppy food, comb, toys and baby-gate to restrict his world for those times when he was the only one at home. He was amazingly good on his 7-hour drive back to Idaho. The roads were so bad, the return trip took an extra hour. Dog-like, he threw up in his carrier once, but cleaned it up himself. Good boy! Now, he doesn’t want to let me out of his sight except for when he wants to pee somewhere he shouldn’t. Bad boy!
There: http://windchimekennels.com/Availablepuppies.html You can see his baby pix, but don’t believe everything you read; he is NOT available.

UltraMom

Murphy

UltraMom, Murphy, and Mattie Lou, his doggy mom

PS Johnny pretends that he can’t remember his name and calls him “Milosh”. Jim says I have to take him back and get a “real dog”. Also, he calls him Dominique. What is the matter with my other children? Jealous of the new kid?