The next person who gives Murphy a toy that honks, squeaks, rattles or clunks loudly on my hardwood floors will rue the day...and I mean RUE it! (<--note that "rue" has been capitalized here. That denotes emphasis and implies that I'm serious, dammit.)
You know who you are.
I'd forgotten what a two-year old dog can be like. He'll play right next to me for hours, usually when I want to sleep or have other work to do that requires my undivided attention. It's just lucky for him that he's so cute, otherwise he'd be dead.