Category: Sparky (Page 1 of 55)

Sparky’s night crate was moved to the hallway as I was cleaning my bedroom.  His crate was standing on end.  Sparky couldn’t get in to his crate, so felt that he needed to.  I don’t know how he did it or how long he was trapped in the small bedroom, but somehow, his crate fell over and he was stuck.

With the exception of dogs who need straightened out or Black men who look like bears, Sparky doesn’t bark.  I don’t even think he would bark at turkeys anymore.  He just waited patiently for me to get him out of this jam.

Sparky and I are having a slow start to the day.

Everybody knows Sparky as a charming and witty guy, but he’s got a serious side. 

When I first got Sparky, every so often, he’d come over to me just like this.  I didn’t understand it.  He didn’t come over to tell me a funny story, or play or get up on my lap.  Sparky would just sit there and look at me with those soulful eyes.  I figured he had some dark shit going on in his life.

Through trial-and-error, I learned that he just needed to go outside to take a piss.    Other people have dogs that bark, ring a bell or stand by the door.  Sparky just sits there doing that automatic mind control shit on me.  I guess it worked, because now I know to take him out and he’s happy.

A guy doesn’t take a dump in the middle of the land bridge when he wants to celebrate his blessings.  Sparky is vexed about something.  He’s not great at articulating his feelings, but we gotta talk this out.

To ease into the conversation, I tried the Office Space quote, “Somebody’s got a case of the Mondays.”

Grumpy people always like hearing that.

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Sparky and I had our Team Building Activity today.  They say it’s good for group cohesion, so we get them in periodically.  It was my turn to lead, so our activity was to bundle up and sit  out in the cold rain.

Sparky seemed to be really into it.

I could sleep through having a creeper panting under my bed, but Sparky is really concerned.  It’s a thunderstorm and he isn’t feeling very confident.  I’d rather get out of bed at 4:30, then find that, in frustration, Sparky left a steamer in the kitchen. 

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Sparky says that the creatures of the night are scared of him because he’s got big strong jaws.

Sparky is an outside dog.  He doesn’t care how cold it is, as long as he’s got somebody to talk to, it’s not raining and it’s not too cold.

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At our morning fellowship, Sparky wanted to see if he could sit up like a prairie dog longer than I could suck in my belly.  Neither of us did very well.