Thursday, April 29, 2010
Murphy lives for the spring and freshly mowed grass. He would lay out there for hours, as long as we were close by.
He rolls around just like a puppy, taking it all in.
Of course, he always has ulterior motives.
He's not as innocent as he looks. He waits until the coast is clear and munches down on the clumps of grass. He doesn't think we're watching.
But the tidbits of grass stuck in his teeth don't lie.