Poor Murphy! This is Yancey's dog. She tore a ligament and had to go in for a repair. She is in a lot of pain, having just cried for 24 hours and Yancey isn't getting any sleep right now. She even has a morphine patch.
I used to wish that Yancey had left me the dog along with the apartment. But not now. I'd never be able to carry her up and down the four flights of stairs.
Yancey's place in San Francisco has an elevator.
Here's Murphy in happier days, during one of our sleepovers when I got to dogsit.