Happy ol’ Sparky, smelling the wild flowers and wagging his tail.
I don’t know if he cares about wild flowers, but some kind of plant makes him take a shit. I don’t know what kind of plant it is, because after he shits on it, I don’t want to get too close. He investigates the smell thoroughly, then he backs up the dump truck. He’s done that twice on one walk, so he is committed.
I’d like to ask him about that. Can he poop whenever he wants, and what makes him want to? I’d also like to ask him what happened to that ham bone. This afternoon, I gave him the rest of the ham bone from the other day. He didn’t seem interested. Maybe because it was cold or dried out from being in the refrigerator. A half-hour later, it was gone. He couldn’t have eaten it, the bone was bigger than his leg. There was nowhere for him to bury it. Do actual dogs bury bones? I’ve only seen that in cartoons.
Sparky is a wily bastard. He probably put it in my mailbox or glove compartment.