Sparky adds cuteness to these IKEA end tables I’m getting rid of.
This trip to Maroon Bells, Colorado, 19 years ago, convinced me to never go backpacking again.
Youtube suggested a channel to me that brought that trip to mind. It’s about people who die on hiking trips.
This mushroom is gigantic.
No worries, Sparky wouldn’t take a bite of a mushroom. He’s looking for a gnome or pixie.
If it’s not a preponderance of mushrooms, then it’s a toxic car fire on the highway. Leave me out of it. I won’t even scramble a drone to investigate. Fortunately there is a slight breeze to the South, so this will be easy to ignore.
It was probably one of those modern vehicles who thinks humans should just obey. It would be no surprise if the driver refused a call from his mother, so his phone told his car to self-immolate. Something along that line.
I could check local Facebook, but the social media bots have got their story straight by now.
Too funny.
These are a few of the splendid mushrooms that we passed on our morning stroll. There are so many, and some of them look tasty.
Then I remembered something I read in a book. “Dyin’ ain’t a good way to start the day.”
I looked up edible mushroom in our area. There is a poisonous mushroom that looks a little bit like every good kind of mushroom. My mushroom is within the margin-of-error for either species.
All those mushrooms got me thinking.
Sparky had a couple of brown blobs around his left eye. The blobs were like tiny balls of Tootsie Roll on his eyelash. It was some kind of residue. I asked to get them addressed last year when Sparky was knocked out for his belly-scrape operation last year, but the vet forgot.
She is inspecting them in this photo.
I had my corned beef hash on a piece a toast, topped with a fried egg. When Sparky realized he wasn’t getting any, he went back to bed in his crate in the bedroom.
After a good breakfast and some Youtube videos, I was ready for a nap. A minute after lying down on the couch, I heard Sparky’s nails on the hardwood. How does Sparky know? I pretended to be asleep as Sparky came out of the bedroom, checked the living room, came into the solarium, found me, and hopped up on the couch to help me take a nap.
Sparky woke me with his awkward shuffling at the base of my bed. It was “Oh-dark-stupid”1, but I got up to check on him. He didn’t need to go out. Sparky would not go out.
I went back to bed, and Sparky laid down like that.