Terrorist

10 months ago we came up with a great idea, and here it was: We need another dog.

Looking back, I am not sure what prompted this decision to be made or what the exact thought process was. What I am sure about is that we were grossly under-prepared for what was about to happen to us.

After looking at breeds, we decided on a Welsh Terrier. Now, I know that terriers are bundles of hyperactive energy but I have been a K-9 handler for 14 years. I think I know a few things about training dogs. Murphy has brought me to my knees.

This is Murphy. He just turned 1. When I drove to Kentucky to get him from the breeder, she asked me if I was sure I knew what I was getting into with the terrier breed. She ended our visit by telling me that I am about to find out why they call them “Welsh Terrorists”

Well, let me tell you a few fun facts about Murphy.
He doesn’t bark, he screams. Loudly.
He likes to eat his food.
And crayons
And Polly Pocket Dolls.
And pencils.
And marbles.
And anything else not mentioned.
He likes to rip holes in things. Anything.
He is an escape artist and as soon as he is out he is sprinting.
If he wasn’t so cute, you’d be reading his obituary.

I will say this, he is a fantastic family dog. He loves the girls and Sinta. Sinta tolerates him too.....most days. I am hoping that Murphy can hang around for a while but man, is it tough.

I should have got a Lab.