He must be getting better

Murphy seems to be nicely on the mend. He's spent most of the last week on his dog bed, rarely coming out even to eat or tend to dog business outside. But today, he's back to following me around the house, demanding to be let out on "his" deck to bark at trespassing cats, stealing things off the counter (he got the skillet again when I went to get the mail) and just recently, spinning around my room like a dervish, slinging his dog bed around for no reason I can fathom other than the sheer fun of it.

No doubt about it--he's back in form. Sigh.

In other dog news: Try not to laugh.