Here is how I found Sparky this morning.

Every morning, I get up to make coffee and see what’s new online.  Sparky’s nails on hardwood announce when he’s up and coming out.  We chat for a bit, then go outside for a walk.

This morning, when I was making coffee, I saw Sparky in his crate in the solarium.  Sparky must have left the bedroom sometime during the night.  He was not eager to come out to start the day.  That is unusual for Sparky, but then I saw it.

It looked something like this:

It actually looked a 100 times worse than that, but by some miracle, it didn’t have an odor.  Or I have Covid again.  Either way, I’m glad it didn’t smell like it looked.

Sparky is very contrite.  He’s sorry about barfing in the house, but he probably does not regret eating rotten garbage he found in the woods.

I can’t be mad at him.  People get sick, what are you going to do?  After I cleaned it up, we hung out for a while, then went outside. 

Sparky is a rascal with his own set of rules.  He let both of us down by barfing in the house.  I’m over it, but he will be sheepish and mopey for the rest of the day.