And they decide to spell the band when the band takes a break at one of our favorite bars.
They wanted to cover some Three Dog Night, but they were short a dog. So they just rolled out some Steppenwolf.
In the "kinda sad" department, old Murphy couldn't jump up on the stage by himself. He's starting to show his age. Actually he's been showing it for a while. I've just been looking past it. But there was a day when how could leap and climb over a six foot fence and damn near catch the top of an eight-footer. I remember chasing him in my Jeep as he ran nearly half a mile full tilt once too, and he used to strain and pull at the leash something fierce if I let him. Now he just walks alongside me and I try not to go too fast for him. He still demands his walks but they're shorter and slower now and if I throw a toy he just sort of saunters after it, all the time in the world.
He's ten, getting close to eleven.
And Belle's eight and has't even tried to dig out of the yard in some time. Seems like just the other day they were new two-year olds, filled with all the energy and mischief in the free world. Where'd the time go?