Murphy was our Alaskan Husky-Shepherd mix foster pup during our first six months in Alaska. If you want a dog who isn’t happy unless he’s dragging your ass across ice for 8 hours, this is the dog for you.
He had serious separation anxiety, but also got carsick so we couldn’t take him with us when we left the apartment. His way of coping was to chew holes in the wall around the door. Way to go Murphy!
He was a super sweet punk, and a great judge of character. He wasn’t afraid to let shady people know how he felt about them.
He loved to eat his boogers.
Murphy see, Murphy do.
Murphy found his permanent home in fall of 2006. I hope he’s well! I miss his dopey face.