That’s all I wanted.
It’s a 40o morning, with drizzle. By the time Señor Piglet had gotten out of bed, I had a good fire going. When Sparky was done doing his dirty business outside, he came in wet and probably cold. He laid down on the dog bed between the couch and wood stove. He looked so cozy. It would be nice to have my coffee while my winsome pup lounges by my feet.
Sparky thought he should sit on my lap. He did that trick that the dog in Puss in Boots does, to look adorable. Sparky added the “beggar’s paw” routine on his own.
Me: “Nobody wants a wet dog on their lap.”
Sparky: “Nobody has met me yet.”
Sparky can really ham it up, but no sale, sister.
Then he tried this other thing that I think he saw on Game of Thrones.
He put both his paws on my leg and swore an oath that he didn’t stink, and really wasn’t that wet. Sparky really seemed sincere.
Me: “Can’t you be one of those dogs who is content to curl up at his master’s feet.?”
Sparky: “Master? You’ve been watching too much I Dream of Jeannie. I’m half-Black, that ‘Master’ business is offensive.”
I didn’t even know Sparky had a race card, but he played it. He pouted about that for a while.
Sparky knows the “lay down” command, he just doesn’t usually agree with it. When he did lay down, he looked like he wasn’t sure who’s body he was wearing.
Sparky wasn’t going to give in, so he decided to ignore me, and just do whatever he wanted to do. All he wanted to do was lay on the dog bed and sleep a little. So, I guess he won.
