Mr. Murray




We watched Andy Murray win the gold medal in tennis today and I’m wondering if the collective roar from the U.K. was heard across the pond?

Because we spent most of the afternoon watching the Olympic tennis games, Pickles’ afternoon walk was greatly delayed and I spent the last 20 minutes of the Murray/Federer match looking at this:

She had no tolerance for our clapping and shouting and jumping up and down. She had pee-mail to collect and magpies to chase across the field.


2 thoughts on “Mr. Murray

  1. I’ve seen that face before. In fact just last night while we were watching True Blood. Chandler pestered me for the last ten minutes of that show. When I finally took him out he stood there with his leg up in the air for a good three minutes. He really had to go. Poor Pickles.

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