Dearest Mr. Murphy,
You have had the longest run at greyhound gardens. In fact, you were the one that introduced your momma Karen to the wonderful world of greyhounds.
You always have that look of wisdom. It has got to be those beautiful brown eyes.
And you are totally responsible for Salem’s “Twilight Bark”. I don’t think a day goes by that you don’t stand out in the middle of the yard and bark the daily report for all to hear.
Of course, you are one of the most elegant and loving dogs around. It’s your sleek and shiny black tuxedo coat that makes you so stunning.
And then there is the casual side of you that only we get to enjoy. Nobody would appreciate gnawing on a fresh clump of cut grass more than you.
Happy 11th birthday big guy. (And happy birthday to your momma Karen that celebrates it the very same day! I know, I know it was really June 1, I didn’t turn the calender over in time.)