Since teaching has ended this summer, and the CS department has taken my office in Physics away from me in the final stages of the move to the new building, I’ve been spending a lot of time at home. I think Murphy is a little confused by the sudden amount of time I’ve been spending at home with him. I don’t think he’s going to let me put a damper on his lifestyle. When I’m home with him (and I assume the same is true when I’m at class) he spends the entire day sleeping on our bed, under the ceiling fan, using all four of our pillows. While I’m sure he’s perfectly content sleeping on a hard surface like any other dog, he seems to enjoy a good pillow. Or four. The picture below isn’t the greatest since, even from a deep sleep, he can sense a human touching a camera. But you get the idea.
One night I remember waking up waking up early with a horrible pain in my neck. Somehow, my head was dangling off the edge of the bed. Murphy, it appears, had stolen my pillow late at night, propped it against the far wall of the bedroom, and, resting his head, slept comfortably.

But, I believe the reason I wanted to write this actually isn’t my dog’s predilection for pillows, but my staying home with him recently. On Friday Alicia was away at work, and I was at home with the dog. I was burning a DVD, and decided to take a walk with the dog. Since our car was broken into (they left $100 worth of iPod accessories, power inverter, etc. and stole $2.00 in change), I locked up all of the doors. Alicia arrived home early, and when the doors were all locked, she didn’t have her keys, the the dog wasn’t barking, she decided to search us out. “You were either dead, or on a walk, and I just wanted to know which.”
She found us, about a mile-and-a-half from the house. Alicia put the window down and Murphy and I approached. When he realized who it was he quickly jumped up, putting his front paws on the open window, and stuck his head in the car, tail wagging vigorously. Next thing we know, he’s decided to hop into the car, Dukes of Hazard style, through the open window. A quick kiss or two and he’s in the back of the car, ready to go for a ride. Damn I have a quirky dog.
