Attack Of The Ninja Dawg

Guess what I learned today?

Murphy, in all his cuteness...

is a ninja.

That's right. I head home for lunch as usual. Lately he hasn't even been coming to greet me. He's been passed out, dreaming what puppies dream, typically because he spends all night barking at imaginary objects. So I walk to the kitchen, make me a sammich, and sit on the couch to watch The A Daily Show recorded last night.

Still no Poot in sight.

So I walk upstairs to check my email. Not on the bed.

Hmmm

oh well, he's around here somewhere.

Back downstairs, and still don't see him. I flip through the channels until it's time to head back to work. As I stand up, I hear a squeaky yawn and almost jump out of my pants.

That's right, he was asleep in front of the couch THE ENTIRE TIME. Which means I pretty much had to step over him when I sat down earlier. He looked up at me, stretched, circled once, and drifted back off to sleep.

Yeah.

He's a ninja.