Poor Murf, he just doesn't understand. When I adopted him from the shelter I had a job which allowed me to bring him to work with me everyday. Each morning after a brisk walk and good breakfast, Murf and I would head out for a day at the office. After 6 years, I left the job and Murf began spending his days at home while I went back to college. We started taking long evening walks which allowed us to spend some time together and Murf to get a breathe of fresh air. Now 5 years later and after his February leg injury he has been confined to the house and yard. His leg just can't endure the workout of a walk. So he spends his retirement laying on the porch and wandering around the yard. He just doesn't understand.