Yesterday, because it was not raining here, we went down to the river.
Belle watched the boats.
Murphy joined them.
But as you can tell here, people still love him.
A lady offers to hold Belle while I help Murphy out. I have no intention of going down on those slippery boards to grapple with him so I wait for him to just go to the side of the steps and climb out. (He did.) But before he's even out, the lady asks if she can pet him.
And I did give permission, and when he got out she went over to pet him. And true to form, he shook river water all over her and several other tourists who were sitting on the steps nearby.
That's my Murphy.