Happy Murphiversary

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

Three years ago today Murphy came to live with us.

Can you believe I didn’t want a dog? I mean, really didn’t want one. When The Eldest Mini Princess was 8, she pestered us about getting a dog. The Prince naively told her we would get one when she turned 13, fully expecting that she would either forget or lose interest.

She didn’t. She counted down the months and as her 13th birthday approached, she counted down the days. We started looking for a dog but I wasn’t particularly happy. I was worried I’d end up doing the lion’s share of the care - the early mornings and walking in all kinds of weather. Which is exactly what did happen.

I just didn’t know how much I’d love it

From the minute we met him, I was completely smitten. The day we picked him up (see extras), my fate as a crazy dog lady was sealed.

“Does he make your heart go smooshy?” you asked me when I phoned you that week Jenny.

Yes, and he still does. He really is the bestest boy.

C