Because I've been neglecting my buddy Murphy lately, I fixed it by taking him to the dog park today and throwing the ball for him for a while.
Here he is being all happy, waiting for me to throw the ball. Doesn't he look spiffy in his Petco seatbelt harness, which I didn't bother to take off of him?
Here he is still waiting, just before he got impatient and jumped up to put his muddy paws on my nice formerly-clean khakis.
He fetched the ball maybe two dozen times, each one being about a 50-yard run each way as I was throwing it with one of those flexible ball-whipping tools. Add it up: 100yards x 24 = lots of running and a dog who is going to sleep well tonight.
"Made it, Ma! Top of the world!"
And for the record, I still did this nice thing for him AFTER he chewed up my brand new Chris Kyle book the other day, removing it from the couch and wrecking it before I even had a chance to crack it open. First time he's ever chewed up a book, and he had to ignore a Bill O'Reilly book sitting right next to it(It was a gift, I swear!) and pick that one. Stupid dog. Can't fathom why I like him so much, but I do.