I neglected to mention that Murphy has settled down wonderfully and now accepts this as his house, except that I Cannot Leave the House Without Him. Just call him American Express. I went to Publix without him (because the supermarket does draw a line between Therapy Dogs and Dogs Who Need Therapy) and he drove Girlchild insane crying because I abandoned him. Of course, Home Depot is a dog friendly zone and that's my last shopping stop before Frances gets her big butt outta our lives, so his issues should not be a further conflict. We'll be confined together for the next 24 hours. He'll love it.

Shit. I am really hating every minute of this.