FknBucky

I think my legs read my last blog. 4:05 this AM. Oh well I got that off my chest so no need to go backwards. I do however think the last week of writing has been pretty deep into my world. On this cold and wet Sunday morning I wanted to share something of a fun story with you. I miss my friend Murphy all the time. I struggle to call her a dog simply because she was so much to me than a dog. Not everyone can understand what I mean, but once you have a bond with a furry friend like I did you finally get it. I used to tease my friend Brian A LOT about his dog Jazzy, but later once I had Murphy in my life I understood and probably should have apologized. I called him stupid and threw a beer can at his head instead. He got the message. That flying 12 oz missile was full of I’m sorry and love.

I now have Annabel, but Murphy was the friend that changed my heart when it came to these awesome buddies. She deserves all the credit in the world. Okay I have to get to a point here or you’ll be on YouTube watching Lil Xan videos wondering where you went wrong in life. How is that little troll famous?? I had no idea who he was until Bam Margera (I follow on IG cause the dude is a fucking trainwreck) posted a photo with him yesterday. Just watching 30 seconds of one video made me dumber. I will make this promise to the human race, if I am ever close enough to this weird little dipshit I will kill him. It is the least I can do. Still not on topic.

I wanted to share a fun Murphy story with you all today just because they make me smile and that is point of Sundays. To reflect on the week now behind us accepting what happened, recognizing the lessons we needed to learn, and to get ready for the kick ass week we are about to start. A clean slate all for you. It hasn’t been written yet and you can do whatever you want starting right now. Make good choices, LOOK for ways to help others, and most importantly do something kind for a stranger every day expecting nothing in return. If you don’t currently do this you are missing out on the easiest life changing experiences. Just do it.

There are two stories I am thinking of and I’m deciding on the airplane story although the story about the young lady with CP is quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever had happen to me unless you consider star gazing in Arizona with world famous models a cute thing. When you see me in person please ask about the young lady with CP and Murphy story so I can do it justice. You can ask me about the stars in AZ, but most likely you won’t get to hear that story. That one is just for me.

I was flying somewhere with Murphy again. My old job in Cali required me to fly A LOT. Sometimes multiple trips in the same week and with Murphy coming along 100% of the time she learned airports and airplanes very well. She knew the drill. I was amazed at how she knew when the big suitcase came out we were going on a trip so she would not drink a lot of water because she understood there wasn’t potty breaks on the plane. She would CHUG water once we got the hotel, but prior to that she would barely touch water usually just taking a sip to wet the whistle until she knew there was access to potty time. I was almost always in awe at how many things she learned on her own.

I am usually the first person or last onto the airplane. I go down early so I can get into the aisle chair, make it down to my row, and then scoot over to the window without 150 people staring at me. I was the first one on for this particular trip, by this time Murphy had literally taken/been on hundreds of flights, and understood the process better than most humans. As I’m being strapped into the aisle chair I asked a flight attendant to take my backpack to my seat. For the sake of this blog we will say my seat was 11A. This meant my seat was row 11 seat A which is the window seat on the right side of the airplane. The flight attendant did exactly this. Once he left with the backpack another flight attendant showed up to see if she could help in anyway.

I am still holding Murphy‘s leash at this point, but decided to let go of it so that the guys can load me up onto the plane. When I let go of the leash I say to Murphy “Seat 11A” which prompts her to run onto the plane. She runs down the aisle until she sees my backpack (2nd flight attendant never saw the backpack) and then jumps into the row 11 seats on the seat A side. The look on the flight attendants face was priceless as she looked at me and said “Your service dog knows how to read??”

I said “Of course she knows how to read.” If you know me at all, you know I said that with a very straight face and loved it. She was so amazed the entire flight and I never told her differently. I think about this sometimes and wonder if she is still out there telling people how this guys service dog knew how to read. I prefer to think she is simply because it makes it that much more awesome. I love fucking with people and this one is right up there.

Do something kind for a stranger expecting nothing in return.

FknBucky