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Mark A. Murphy Reviews Phoebe and Ito are dogs

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Photo of book cover by Rob Plath

Phoebe and Ito are dogs – A Bite Size Review by M.A.M.

Phoebe and Ito are dogs is a charming collaboration of poetry by John Yamrus with illustrations by Mish (Eileen Murphy) concerning the adventures of (a day in the life) of two adorable cocker spaniels.

Phoebe, who confesses to being a princess, and her brother Ito spend their doggy days chasing rabbits and talking to squirrels. Then, when a big fire breaks out at the family barbecue, Phoebe and Ito save the day by barking at the top of their voices, thereby alerting their human owners to the dangers of the fire outside in the garden.

Beautifully simple and equally amiable in both the writing and artistry, this little children’s book will delight and engage readers of all kinds, especially those who obviously love dogs and their doggish lives as much as John and Mish most certainly do.

If you’re looking for the ‘meaning of life,’ you might not find it here, but you will find a gorgeously illustrated metaphor of and for ‘doggishness’ that might well lighten your load, whilst entertaining you and your children for the price of a few cappuccinos, and ten minutes of reading time. Well worth the small investment.


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Mark A. Murphy is a British writer whose poetry publications include Tin Cat Alley (Spout, 1996), Our Little Bit of Immortality (Erbacce Press, 2011), Night-Watch Man & Muse (Salmon Poetry, 2013), To Nora, A Singer of Sad Songs (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, 2019), and Night Wanderer’s Plea (Waterloo Press, 2019). His next book Poems: Precepts and Paradoxes is in the pipeline from Cowboy Buddha Press, USA. His work has been published in 18 countries in over 200 print magazines and online journals. He is founder/creator and editor of the online poetry journal, Poetica Review (www.poeticareview.com).

To check out or buy Mark’s latest poetry book, click here: https://www.claresongbirdspub.com/featured-authors/mark-a-murphy/

To check out or purchase Phoebe and Ito are dogs for only $10, follow this link: http://www.lulu.com/us/en/shop/john-yamrus/phoebe-and-ito-are-dogs/paperback/product-24183658.html

 

 

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Phoebe and Ito are dogs: a Book for All Ages

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Recently, I did 60 + illustrations for the kids’ picture book Phoebe and Ito are dogs by nationally-known writer John Yamrus.

The time I spent (mainly in 2018) creating these illustrations was such fun–because I love dogs, and I love drawing and painting dogs. As I was doing the illustrations, I communicated pretty often with John Yamrus and found him superb at collaborating. He had input into every picture in this book; my illustrations benefited from that input.

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Before and during the time when I was working on Phoebe and Ito are dogs, I did a lot of sketches of various dogs, some of which evolved into the final illustrations for the book. I would scan the sketch into the computer; I’d then paint it, using Photoshop.

Phoebe and Ito are dogs is a story about two cocker spaniels, sister and brother. They are just normal dogs who enjoy chasing rabbits, watching squirrels, and searching for sticks; however, Phoebe thinks she’s a princess, never a dog. It’s a story about embracing your own nature and living up to your full potential.

 

The picture book Phoebe and Ito are dogs by John Yamrus / illustrated by Mish makes a great gift for a dog lover, a kid, and yourself.

To check out or purchase Phoebe and Ito are dogs for only $10, follow this link: http://www.lulu.com/us/en/shop/john-yamrus/phoebe-and-ito-are-dogs/paperback/product-24183658.html

Cultural Weekly did a three-part feature on Phoebe and Ito are dogs:

Let It Be

“The millstones of the gods grind late, but they grind fine.”[ [1]

eileen mom & da babySince I lasted updated my blog, I and mine have experienced a number of tragedies. I guess dealing with them has kept me from writing about it until now. [Note: my father passed away peacefully two weeks after I wrote these words. That’s why it wasn’t posted last year.]

My father, Frank P. Murphy, Sr., now age 90 ½, had a stroke last year. Although we were told he might expire at any time, he didn’t. Hasn’t yet. Meanwhile, he’s in a nursing home. He’s improved in rehab so he can walk with a walker. He genuinely upbeat. He supports my poetry and art. I visit him as often as I can.

My mother, Carol C. Murphy, who’s had Parkinson’s Disease for a number of years, passed away in December 2018. The Parkinson’s was really rough on her the last few months of her life. We gave her a big funeral, since we thought that was what she might want. I was pleased to see and talk to many friends of my mom at the funeral who were like long-ago friends of mine—never forgotten.

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My father’s sister, Margaret M. Murphy, died in September 2018. She was a wonderful friend, a retired teacher and social worker specializing in adoptions. But in her 70s, she gradually came to suffer greatly from Alzheimer’s Disease. It was sad to say goodbye to her.

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Uncle Joe, Aunt Margaret, & my father as teenagers

My husband’s father Bob Derry had a stroke, too, last year. Unfortunately, he did not recover. He slowly declined and passed away last month (February 2019). My husband and his brother took care of their father 24/7 before he passed away.

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Bob Derry in 2018

Our 17-year-old cat Luckie passed away peacefully in 2018. He had gotten very frail. He will be missed.

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“Luckie”

In some ways the worst of all, our dog York, a purebred black Lab, died suddenly in October. We don’t know exactly why, but he started vomiting heavily one night and again in the morning. We rushed hum to the vet, who noticed improvement, but kept him. The next day, he had a big seizure. The vet gave him Valium. She recommended a specialty vet in Tampa, and we loaded up the unconscious dog in our car to take him there. When we got to the vet bin Tampa, poor York was gone. At least the drug helped him slip away while feeling no pain. My handsome, good boy York will be (greatly) missed.

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“York”

Meanwhile, our senior dog Savane, age 16 /2 (that’s > 100 human years), keeps on trucking, somehow. He’s half-blind from cataracts and has dry-eye, so we take him out on a leash, even in our fenced-in yard. His hind legs don’t work well, and he can’t do stairs anymore. So we have excused him from commands to “sit” or “lie down.” Also, my husband has constructed a concrete ramp on the porch so Savane doesn’t have to go up the stairs. Also, we have to take him out every couple of hours, since he can’t hold it like a younger dog. Sometimes, when he’s quiet and sleeping, I watch for little movements of his, like his chest rising and falling, to report to me that he’s still alive. {Savane passed away peacefully last June.]

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“Savane”

And then there’s our 13-pound 2-year-old bundle of loving (and licking) fur Cookie. She’s a Chi-Spaniel, i.e., cross between Chihuahua and Spaniel. She is the joy of my husband and my lives.

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“Cookie”

[Almost a year after these events, I’m still heartbroken.]

[1] A hexameter by an unknown poet, cited by sceptic philosopher, Sextus Empiricus (2nd century) in his Adversus Grammaticos as a popular adage. D.L. Blank, trans. (1998).

“Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot?”–Late December 2017

Cookie says, “‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.'”

Update on my dogs:

After the savage pit bull attack last month (see the previous blog), my dogs York (black Lab, 8), Savane (Spaniel mix), and Cookie (2, Chi-Spaniel) were injured and had stitches and drains. Now they have managed to recover: their stitches are out, and they’ve returned to their normal activities–looking for food, barking, sleeping.

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waiting for a treat

Clarification re: Cats

I love cats as much as I love dogs. Our cute, furry, loving cat Luckie died two months ago from old age–he was 17. I haven’t “replaced” Luckie with another cat (Well, Luckie can’t be replaced, of course). But we have three dogs. That’s enough, I figure.

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Quickstraw, my neighbor’s cat

 

Dog Fight: Pit Bull Attack!

One Saturday morning two weeks ago, I let my dogs out into our fenced-in front yard. It was still dark. They started barking.  Then, chaos.

A pack of three pit bulls forced their way in through a hole in the fence and immediately attacked. It was horrible. My dogs were York, a 65-pound black Lab, Savane, a 45-pound  senior Spaniel, and Cookie, a 15-pound Chi-Spaniel. These attacking dogs were a muscular 70 pounds each.

One dog chased after tiny Cookie. York, our Alpha dog tried to protect her. He got bitten in the flank for his efforts. Cookie raced into the shelter of the bougainvillea vines, and the pit bull followed.

Bougainvillea are beautiful, but their thorns are a deterrence. Near the roots is a small, cave-like space. Here is where Cookie went to hide. It may have saved her life.

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Bougainvillea in bloom

I ran into the bougainvillea after Cookie and the pit bull. I was hitting the pit bull in the eyes and snout with my metal flashlight. I was kicking. The pit bull was trying to shake Cookie by the neck as if killing a cat or squirrel. This went on for an eternity.

Suddenly, Cookie got free. She scampered across the yard and under my car. The pit bull joined the two others who had Savane on his back, still biting Savane, although Savane had surrendered.

I started yelling and kicking. My husband, who’d been asleep, came out and joined me, and the stray pit bulls finally left.

All our three dogs required stitches at the vet’s.  York only had one deep bite. Cookie’s abdomen had a huge gash, but luckily no internal damage. Cookie’s leg was also slashed so deeply, the vet put a wrap around the whole leg. But Savane was injured the worst. He had a ring of bite marks around his neck where normally a collar would go. Cookie and Savane’s wounds required drains.

I blame this incident on bad dog owners. I have nothing against pit bulls: my family member has two pits bull mix dogs who are sweet and non-aggressive. I feel it’s wrong to train your dog to be aggressive and dangerous to other dogs or to people.

I wrote an article for Cultural Weekly about the dog fight. The article has more photos and details. Here’s the link:

https://www.culturalweekly.com/dog-fight-lives/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Hurricane Article for Cultural Weekly

 

Hurricane Irma slammed into Lakeland, Florida, last Sunday night. I heard the wind howl and the rain beat like a drum.

No matter. I am a staff writer for Cultural Weekly magazine, and I had an article to write. I hand wrote the article in a spiral notebook, then typed it into Messenger on my phone. The editor took it from there.

Read the article by clicking this link:

https://www.culturalweekly.com/hurricane-daze/

 

Writer on the Storm

The hurricane arrives, and it is  loud. The over-hundred-miles-an-hour wind howls like a freight train.

The hurricane is coming, the hurricane is coming! I live in Central Florida, right smack in Hurricane Irma”s path. When we find out the storm is headed straight for us, we stockEMurphy-Tropical Storm up on flashlights, water, and gasoline.

The winds have picked up by 5 o’clock Sunday when our guests arrive, two young men and their dog, cat, and four kittens. They rent a mobile home, unsafe in a hurricane. Our house is solid concrete block.

The hurricane arrives, and it is  loud. The over-hundred-miles-an-hour wind howls like a freight train. The electric power surges periodically. We hold our breaths, expecting the electricity to go out. It finally does at 1:30 a.m.

Right about then, the eye of the storm arrives.

More on this story later…