So I get back to my parent’s house the other weekend when we were visiting, and look out the window, only to find this:

I knew Murphy was going to enjoy having a backyard to lounge in for the weekend, but I think he enjoyed himself a little too much. He dug 4 pretty good-sized holes in my parent’s yard.  It was a cool day, so I know he wasn’t hot out there… And it had just rained so of course he was a muddy mess afterward.

I scolded him when I walked outside and he gave me that look.  Is that a guilty face or what?

I don’t think he learned his lesson; he watched me fill in the mud pits and an hour later, he had dug them all up again. I’m not sure he’s very smart ;)

I guess this is what we have to look forward to, when we finally get a house… A backyard full of holes.