Well, Murph has gone and suddenly everything seems different.
I'd sort of dared wonder what would happen in the unlikely case of Murph's demise and sort of assumed that Oz or Lily would sort of pick up the reins - I'd even thought of a name for the Tibetan Terrierist - "Oz World, Mostly". When the time actually came after 3 years and hundreds of posts by the wise old Lab Cross it just seemed completely wrong to try and seamlessly continue like Little Feat without Lowell George or Taggart without, er, Taggart.
So "It's a Dog's Life" will sit there in memoriam, like 10cc should have done.
It reminded me that I'd been assisting Mr Murph in his scribblings for about 6 months before something occurred to me. My late Father retired in the 80's and put a great deal of enthusiasm into his employer's quarterly Newsletter to retired staff around the globe and one feature popular amongst the 37 readers of this photocopied missive was the hilarious stories of his (psychotic) Old English Sheepdog Bobby and little (overweight) Westie chum BeeBee. It was called "It's a Dog's Life".
OMG I thought! I've turned into my Old Man!
Anyway if you've braved the hyperspace leap from Murph's blog to here, thanks for coming and I'll try and defy statistics and keep this bloggy rolling! Oz and Lil and Mrs (so-called) Rine send their best and will no doubt appear in these bright blue new surroundings from time to time.
....Bring me Sunshine, all the while.............