Every morning his master or mistress would open the door and let him outside to check for dangerous beasties.
Not far from the house steps was the path that led into the forest.
A dark and dangerous place.
Murphy made it his job to mark the boundaries of his property to warn off any visitors.
Murphy came from a long line of short legged, low to the ground, stocky vicious hunters.
"Vicious", questioned Louie?
"My story, hush," replied Murphy.
My ancestors probably cleared barns of rats when cats where to lazy to do the job.
"I don't like where this is going, muttered Louis, besides you're a hybrid. They just started mixed those breeds in the last ten years!"
"They are still my ancestors and do you want to hear the story or not", demanded Murphy?
As I was saying, Murphy was marking the boundaries and checking the ground for scents of intruders when he suddenly heard a sound.
He looked up and there were legs in front of him. He looked up even farther and the legs kept going and then there was this MONSTER with a tree stuck on it's head, standing in front of him.
"I bet you pissed again", smirked Louie.
"I did no such thing!"
I barked and I barked and I kept on barking at the monster until it turned tail, a big white fluffy one, too and ran away.
I protected my home, my mistress and master and you, too.
I am MURPHY, SUPERDOG!!
"Ah, yes, like the time you jumped out of the moving car window to see if you could fly, said Louis, smugly. I remember Murphy, the Superdog."
"Well, it happened and if you were allowed to go outside you would appreciate all the hard work I do to make this place safe."
Note to readers: Sometimes my blog is hijacked by members of my family. Do not hold me responsible for this. I know nothing.
Ok, I did see if all happen and it did happen like he said. And, I can also see that Louis is still awake and not impressed.