Ever since we returned from Findley State Park, Sparky has been happy and smiling all the time. 

Sparky turns 13 years old this month.  I wonder if he is growing senile and is only comfortable in the familiar environment of home.  Or, maybe, at his age, he has gained a sense of gratitude and appreciation for the little comforts of home.

I asked Sparky why he was so glum at Findley, but so happy since we got home.

“Before we went to Findley, I had that big steak bone.  While we were gone, I was afraid that someone would take it.”

Yeah, I remember.

“When we got home, it was gone, so I must have eaten it.”

“See, it’s gone!”

No steak bone in there, you must have swallowed it.

Of course I had tossed out the greasy bone before we left for our camping trip.