Murphy had a few habits that would test my patience. Here are some of my favorites:
1.) Whenever I would get ice from the freezer, Murphy would come running. Sometimes as I was rushing to get out of the house, grabbing a handful of ice for him and tossing it on the floor would annoy me. I didn't have the time for it and he was always under my feet, jockeying for the quickest route to the ice when I'd put it down. Lately, when I get ice and I don't hear him running my way, trying to trip me, I feel a twinge of sadness.
2.) Some might say I am the lightest sleeper in the whole entire world. Even on the nights when I wear ear plugs, I can hear a faint whimper from one of my kids. Super sonic mom ears. I digress... Murphy slept in our room on a dog bed in the corner. A handful of times throughout the night he would wake me as he moved around on his bed, moving from his bed to the floor, etc. Some nights, when I knew I wouldn't get that much sleep, I would get terribly annoyed by being woken up by him. Now our room is eerily quiet, a very uneasy quiet. Sometimes when I wake during the night for no reason, I have trouble falling back to sleep because it's way too quiet.
3.) Murphy had a habit of eating the smallest of toys the kids would leave on the ground. I would tell them continuously that if there was a small toy they treasured, they needed to make sure it wasn't left on the ground. There would be days where I would pry his mouth open and fish toys out of his slimy saliva filled mouth at least 10 times. Now, when I see small toys on the ground, my instinct is to tell the kids to pick them up because Murphy will eat them. I no longer need to give them that reminder.