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Animals, Animals, Everywhere
Every day, I write a new children’s story. Once a week, there’s a story called The Maximum Murph Detective Agency. The stories about our real dogs and cats. In this photo, you can see (left to right) Murphy, Max, and Finnegan. Behind them is The Queen, Miss Kitty.
I love animals, most of them anyway. I’ve been surrounded by animals most of my life. When we were at Camp Blodgett on Lake Michigan, we had ducks, cows, chickens, and horses. I used to carry one of the ducks around like a baby doll until it died because I didn’t let it down long enough for its neck to stiffen up.
Our first dog was a Weimaraner, a large gray dog named Dusty. Dusty was my buddy. He would follow me around, let me lean on him when I was reading, and sleep with me. He was also my Dad’s hunting dog. He was kind, gentle, and rarely barked.
At some point, my Mom convinced my Dad to get a toy Manchester terrier, her “rat” dog, my Dad would say. She named it Hercules, even though he was anything but herculean. On his best day, he weighed…
