Living with Sparkles is not all beer and skittles.

No matter what Sparky is doing, if I sit in a comfortable chair, he will come over and put his paws up on the cushion.  Sparky wants to sit on my lap, but sometimes, I just want to put on my shoes.

Sparky puts one paw up like he’s some kind of Purple Heart wounded hero dog.  Then he tilts his head like a liberal.  His last trick is to avert his eyes like a Charles Dickens street waif.  It’s way too much.

After teaching for 25 years, I’ve got a black and flinty heart, so I can resist, but it’s a near thing.