Meet Murphy

​​Murphy!  Stylish. Fancy. However . . . although he may look like a very fancy dude — he's just a regular guy with a good haircut!

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​Murphy knew nothing about being fancy — or loved — for the first year of his life. He had been picked on, passed over, and given away just weeks before his first birthday. He was skinny and scruffy. His face was tear-stained and sad. He had seen more than his share of lonely days confined to a crate, with an empty belly and an empty heart.

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​His Foster Mom slowly opened the world to Murphy and nourished his body and his broken spirit. She gave him his first taste of what love felt like, whispering “I love you, Murphy” as she led him to me, the person who would love him forever.

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Looking into the eyes of that timid poodle, I saw a heart full of hope. He came to me with nothing — no leash, no blanket of his own, no toys. He did not wag, he did not bark, he did not know how to play. The only thing that he knew for sure, and the only thing that was his and his alone, was his name. He was Murphy when I met him and Murphy he will always be!

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In his new home, Murphy's reaction to a spacious crate with a snuggly blanket was, "thanks, but no thanks". He settled in. He took over! He found his voice and became very happy to greet visitors with exuberance (sometimes very LOUD exuberance!). And now, his tail wags with delight at the smallest of pleasures, he will play until he drops, and he adores his best friend Georgia.

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​To the person who surrendered Murphy, thank you. Thank you for giving a great dog the opportunity for a great life. Murphy knows he is home, forever and ever. And, he knows there is no place like home!