Jan 06, 2017
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Murphy was my oldest son.  He was a ditzy, stinky, but gorgeous 75lb German Wirehaired Pointer.  He had turned 13 in August and was still trucking like a GD champion.  But December was hard on him.  The cold, his age, and arthritis and unbeknown to us, he had some cancer growing in his puppy tummy.  By Christmas time, things had gotten worse.  The kind of “worse” when an all consuming food beast, such as my Murph started turning his nose up at his favorite foods, I then knew shit was bad.

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I am not going to get into the end of Murphy’s life, but if you have been there before, it was as terrible as it gets.  My heart is broken, and I feel stupid about it because since he had a large cancerous lump removed when he was 10, we started realizing that our big old boy wouldn’t live forever.  When Murph started having problems in December, I kept pushing the reality in the back of my mind that his days might really be numbered.

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What pisses me off the most is how dogs get screwed on longevity compared to larger and smaller animals.  Cats are small and snobbish, and they can live to 20.  Horses are huge and can’t sleep on the foot of your bed and can pull almost 30 years.  But dogs, who can lick your tears and steal your orange slices out of your hand (MURPHY….) while looking adorable, get a measly 12-14 if they are lucky.

 

But I do feel lucky with the years we had with Murph.  He loved babies and didn’t mind when they crawled over him, taking fistfuls of his hair with them on the way.  He traveled to 9 states with us on vacation and never pooped in a hotel room.  He kept me warm in the winter.  He loved food, he was particularly fond of oranges, celery, cabbage, lettuce and whatever meat you could shove in his furry beard.  He literally could smell the instant your fingernail pierced the peel of an orange and would instantly be at your side, chopping at the fruit that was just out of reach.  The only food he would not eat was mushrooms, which was weird since he was a huge fan of eating yucky, dead things/random wild animal poop whenever he found it in the woods.  And he could “talk” like Chewbacca.  (Imagine Wookie sounds coming out of a dog–YES.)

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Since Murph was such a legend, I decided to create a cocktail in his honor, made with his favorite fruit that is only in season in winter, his favorite season.  (Pro tip: German Wirehaired Pointers are NUTS for snow.)  It incorporates blood oranges and some other citrus flavors, along with elderflower and blood orange liquers to help you think of happy times with your furry dog sons and daughters.  Enter: The Murphy.

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The Murphy

1 oz fresh blood orange juice

1 oz St. Germain

2 oz Solerno Blood Orange Liqueur

2 oz Lemon LaCroix

juice from 1/2 lime

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Fill a glass with some ice.  Add the orange juice, St. Germain, Solerno, and lime juice to the glass and stir.  Top off with LaCroix.  Think of your favorite dog and enjoy.