Murphy has the sad puppy eye thing going on.
Really, really sad.
Thick, slimy sadness going on.
He almost looks like my mother-in-law’s German Shepherd, he’s so sad. Look at the gob of slimy drool.
He wants something, and he wants it very much.
I’m making a bet it has something to do with this.
Huckleberry lips. Don’t you just want to kiss those berry little cheeks yourself?
I could almost pull a Murphy.
Almost, but not quite.
I think Murphy has the drool down.