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Murphy is nine years old! Can you believe it? Given that most dachshunds live well into their teens, he could still have a lot of life ahead of him, but he’s certainly getting on up there (just like the rest of us, I suppose).

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Fall is definitely here in Washington, D.C.  The leaves aren’t quite turning just yet, but we’ve had cooler weather and that telltale nip in the air. Other than regretting the inevitable onset of winter, I love fall and the upcoming holiday season. This year it will be much different with a little one, even more special as he gets to experience things for the first time.

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Apparently big reveals are a “thing” on the Internet, especially when it comes to baby stuff. Now that I’m into my last month, I thought it would be a great time to share the big reveal of our nursery. Hopefully it’s not so awesome that it breaks the Internet. Which apparently is also a thing.

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Last weekend, we noticed that Murphy was acting just a little off. He whimpered a couple of times and looked like he didn’t feel well. I panicked a little bit (okay, a lot), fearing that he was about to experience another slipped disc; we crated him immediately to keep him from moving around too much and proceeded to wait and see what happened.

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And the winner is…

Lots of you cast your vote on Baby T’s gender, and I must say that the overwhelming sentiment was to side with Murphy and say it’s a girl. But the question remains–was his prediction right or wrong?

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Before we had our 20-week ultrasound, there was much debate over whether Baby T was a boy or girl. There are dozens of (very scientific) old wive’s tales about how to determine your baby’s gender, and who wouldn’t believe all of them? But for some reason, Bart and I felt that we needed another definitive test before letting the professionals tell us, so we obviously enlisted the help of our remarkable canine, Murphy. 

The task was simple–two identical Greenies, his favorite treat, one tied in a pink ribbon and the other in blue, both spaced equally far from Murphy. All he had to do was pick the one he though represented the gender of his soon-to-be playmate. Here are the (very scientific) results: 

Now it’s your chance to guess–do you think Baby T is a boy or girl? Let us know your prediction in the comments…and no cheating if you already know! Stay tuned to see how you and Murphy stacked up against the professionals!

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My daily perusal of Timehop reminded me that today is one year since we let Murphy out of crate rest after his IVDD episode. What a great day that was! As I explained in my blog post from that day, the event itself wasn’t all that climactic; he had already been healing well in previous weeks, and we had even let him out of his crate on supervised prowls around the living room. However, liberation day represented a very good outcome, one for which we are very thankful.


So, how is Murph doing one year after his paralysis? Well, he’s been tearing through the yard after squirrels this spring, running the fence line barking at our neighbor dog Snickers the ‘Doodle, and bounding through the snow. He even flat-out jumped on the couch last weekend, which is a gigantic no-no. He used to jump on the couch all the time despite our best efforts to the contrary, but his weakened back leg has made it a bit harder for him, and he rarely tries unless he is absolutely desperate for attention. We were pretty shocked when he managed it, but our stern reprimands were accompanied by silent appreciation of his feat, something that he probably couldn’t have managed months ago.

His back right leg is still weak, though it has strengthened over the year to allow him to jump more, as evidenced by the couch. He sometimes has difficulty getting up the two steps from the yard onto the deck, especially if it’s icy or piled up with snow, but that would be challenging enough for a little dog with short legs anyway. It’s sad and hilarious at the same time to see his tracks in the snow–there are three little paw prints and one longer swipe where that bum leg drags just a little bit. But despite these few setbacks, he’s enjoying a pretty normal doggy life. 

Happy Liberation Day, Murph!


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