This is my new friend Murray.
Murray and two of his siblings were left at our shelter this past week.
All 3 pups are scared to death, shaking like a leaf.
Murray even bites.
Grown men have resorted to using welding gloves to handle Murray.
I talked to Murray today and told him I needed him to stop biting.
I told him that he really needed to be a nice fella and take his wormer, Bordatella, and vaccines so he could stay.
Murray was pretty nervous before, during, and after our chat.
But, he didn't try to bite me.
Guess who got designated to give Murray his meds?
Guess who's never given anybody or anything a shot before anytime, anyplace?
Guess who let me give him a shot??
You got it.
Guess who let me hold his snoot and shoot the Bordatella right in his precious nostrils?
And, finally, guess who let me open his snappy little mouth and squeeze in the de-wormer?
My friend Murray.
I gave Murray his meds.
And now I feel like Wonder Woman.
It's really just the little things, y'all.