We have a photo of the Murphster as a pup only because he at one time belonged to my late father-in-law. When he died suddenly in an auto crash in December of 2003 we brought Murphy up to live with us. He adapted quickly to the temperature changes (he lived in Mississippi and we brought him into the cold of Wisconsin!) and from being an only dog with a fairly sedate lifestyle to a family with three other rescues and lots of room to run. And run he did. He always had a smile on his face and his big long tail was always wagging! He would run from the front window through the living room and dining room and out the doggie door, across the deck and down into the pen and then back. The deer herds came down through every night and he would bark and bark and run the fence line. When they finally wandered away he would come in tail wagging as if to say... I chased them off again!
Murphy had lovely red highlights! He also hated having his picture taken. He could hear the digital camera opening from three rooms away and would run for cover or outside. He loved his walks and wanted to tear up the lab mix who lived on the nearby farm. That's because Bear roamed and entered the Murphster's territory often! Mr. Murphy cleaned up nice when he was groomed. He love to sit in the recliner with me. Would walk up, look me in the face as if to communicate something to me and then curl up in my lap. I miss my big boy. Cancer takes too many too soon. I never thought of him not being here. He was way to young and the house is weirdly quiet without him even though we still have three other Scotties here.