Jill Murray
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Some days, I want to be so much better at so many things, I freak myself right out, and barely make it out of bed at all. I consider curling into a tight ball and keeping the covers over my head for the whole week.
Then the dog starts to click around the hardwood impatiently, [...]
Continue Reading →We got a video camera in October, finally! Its for work, but that doesn’t mean we can’t also use it to capture “life’s most precious moments” such as Frances playing with her best friend, a wimpy doberman named Jersey, and neighborhood shaggy dog, Tiger.
This was taken at the end of October, on my [...]
Continue Reading →Frances has figured out how to play, at long last. She can’t chase or catch, so she plays with us like we’re dogs too, with varying degrees of success. It’s endlessly entertaining, a fun way to tire her out, and she only pretends to use her teeth.
Continue Reading →There is a window between our office and the living room, and Frances has finally figured out what it is for.
No, not watching Oprah while testing web sites. (Because I never do that), but for poking her head through and whining in the very specific light, chirping frequency that only she and irritating, [...]
Continue Reading →It’s a little scratchy because it was taken indoors, in low light, with my phone, but it pretty much captures exactly how happy the dog gets, only on weekends, when both the rapper and I are home, and she gets twice as much Happy Family Hug Time, which, right after walks, is what she [...]
Continue Reading →Fact: I forgot how much I love taking photos of animals. They’re like, always around, and they move and have neat expressions and are furry n’stuff.
Fact: “No one” seriously reads blogs on Sunday. People read blogs to waste time at work.
Hypothesis: Sunday is a good day to post photos of my dog. [...]
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You can click this picture to download it as desktop wallpaper. I swear this wasn’t my idea. Jennrock asked me for it. I’m not that obsessed with my dog. Really.
So I adopted this dog and named her Frances, after Baby’s real name, as revealed at the end of [...]
Continue Reading →Given Name: Frances. (Free dog kisses to anyone who can guess why. TSG? I’m looking at you.)
Back Story: She’s a four year old beagle from Ohio– just a country dog trying to make it in the big city.
Disposition: Friendly but shy; well-behaved but knows no commands; a slave to her nose.
Loves: [...]
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