
On more than a few occasions I have used this blog to lament the headcase that is Dog. Whether it was losing her mentor Rufus, being tormented by vermin the Rat House, multiple moves, or just being born with spooks in her head, sweet, lovable Dog is undeniably a certifiable nut bar. A couple of weeks ago things took a turn for the worse. First she destroyed our bedroom while we were at work. Then when we resorted to crating her, she destroyed her nose trying to escape. Mrs. GF and were at our wits end about what to do with her. Drastic measures were certainly required. After consulting with our vet and, by proxy, a canine behaviorist we decided that what she lacked was companionship. On Saturday we took Dog and went to the Dumb Friends League (which is the most awesome name for the Humane Society ever). After looking around Mrs. GF, Dog and I all agreed on a 6 year big ole Yella Lab named Guari. We could not pronounce his name and research on the interwebs told us that the moniker meant something stoopid in Hindu, so we decided to call him something that sounded similar, finally settling on Murray (aka Murray The Brick due to his very large and muscular frame). Murray had been made stay outside, sleep in barn, and was generally ignored before being abandoned by his previous owners. Given this history he was very grateful to be adopted by two softies who tend to spoil their canine family members. He can't seem to get enough love and is an all around awesome dog. The best part is that our experiment seemed to work. Dog took to him immediately and seems to love him already. Left alone with full roam of the house earlier today, the two of them did no damage and seem content to be in each other's company. Welcome to the GF family Murray.



