I have to laugh when I think about Mr. Murfee’s “new direction” because it took him right to the wood pile in the back yard! I have about 6 large plastic wrapped blocks of wood chips which I always keep on hand for various uses: if we get a lot of rain, I can position the blocks to re-route the water flow, I have used them to line the outside walls of the out-building used to store extra hay, tools, business records, stuff like that, as water deflectors and Murfee-hole-digging-deflectors, as hole fillers in the horse pen and around her feed tubs, things like that. I can only assume Murfee wanted them moved, as he grabbed and ripped the plastic from the chip blocks, or he wanted to become “a chip off the old block” and re-spread them in his own yard. He ran in the house Saturday morning before work, absolutely covered in wood chips. His timing stunk..I had no time to clean him up before leaving for work, and I couldn’t trust him to stay outside, so in he ran, shaking off what he could (not much!). When I got home, I started hand-picking the little chips from the couches, my bed, the floor, the carpets and a quilt. I felt like I was living with Hansel and Gretel and I was the bird doing clean-up. | 
