Murphy: A pet of his own
Not long ago I was in the yard doing crossword puzzles when I saw Murphy standing in the ivy, head in a bush, tail wagging. *wagwagwagwagwagwagwagwagwagwagwagwag* NOT a good sign. I crossed the yard. “Hey Murph! What’cha got there?” He turned around happily and in his mouth was a wriggling brown thing. Oh boy. I...



