March Madness

Me: Hey Murphy, who do you have in your Tournament Bracket?
Murphy: :sigh:
Then he stood up, stretched and laid back down.
Me: Seriously, murph. Who did you pick?
Murphy: .....

For Murphy March is the first time in quite a few months that he can sit on the front porch and do nothing.There is no madness in this. He moves from the ground where the sun hits, to a chair in the corner, to the red bench. In one of those places he sits quietly watching the street. There he silently waits for a dog or kids making too much to pass by, so he can jump up and howl for a moment and then lay back down. The people passing by laugh at his hound dog howl and continue on their way. Sometimes they stop to ask what kind of dog he is, or "that dog wearing a sweater?"