Sparky is eating breakfast, otherwise, he’d be muscling in on this photo. His stuffed bunny, George, is barely visible under the t-shirts. Sparky doesn’t speak English, so I can only speculate. Sparky seems to be protective of the stuffed bunny, and is concerned that if I see it, I will take it away because I never let him do what he wants.
Sparky’s list of grievances:
- He has to dump in the poop pen, rather than a quarter-mile away at the retention pond by the church parking lot, where he likes to shit.
- Meals are only twice per day, rather than all the time.
- He doesn’t get to eat my food.
- I spend too much time on the computer or watching TV.
- He isn’t allowed to roll in deer shit as often as he’d like.
- He comes over and puts his paws on my knee, yet isn’t invited on to the couch and given any treats. How is that fair?
- He was given a bath, which goes against everything he’s trying to do.
- He’s not allowed to live in the culvert pipe the creek flows into.
- My truck is too high for him to get into.
- I make weird sounds and flap my hands around. Crate? Lay down? WTF is any of that supposed to mean? He walked over and sat down when I looked at him, isn’t that enough? Where are the treats?