The sticky snow that we had last night leaves the world looking bleak.  I love it.  Sparky is sleeping in, so I decided to tramp around outside to take some pictures before it melts off.

Work kept Sparky pretty busy last night.  I’d like to see his job description, he seems to have a helluva lot more to look after than I do.  My job responsibilities are opening doors and retrieving toys that roll under the furniture.  That doesn’t sound like much, but I’m counting the lid to Sparky’s food locker as a door, along with the patio and car doors. 

Sparky doesn’t respect my work.  If all the doors were gone, he’d be fine.  Sparky wouldn’t see a problem with burying his snout in the dog food trough.  Car rides are fun, and driving doesn’t seem too hard.  Toys rolling under the furniture is a bigger problem than he will admit.  Sparky is certain that if he continued to paw at the furniture and scamper around, the toy would come out.  More likely he’d just grab one of his other 40 toys.

To be fair, I don’t respect Sparky’s work.  Pawing at his bed took 10 minutes of dedicated attention.  I don’t know why, but he thought it was critical.  Throughout the night, Sparky had to get up several times to check the house.  He doesn’t disturb anything and dogs don’t see ghosts or spirits the way cats do, so it’s a mystery what problem he was trying to solve. 

When Sparky wakes up, he will see that there is snow on the ground.  Since this is the first snow, I have to remind him that I don’t mind walking in the snow, so pooping in the house is not doing me a favor.