Sparky likes a car ride, so he wanted to come along to the mulch yard. It was a longer day than he’d expected.
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Since Thursday, Sparky and I have been camping at Findley State Park. It was dismal, and Sparky was blaming me.
Poor Funkenhund1, he thinks that I’m screwing with him.
Before we head home, Sparky gets a Slim Jim. That’s the deal when we go on a car ride.
After our workout, my brother came by for lunch. Sparky was a charming host, so didn’t get to take his nap. At the same time, a rain storm blew in, putting Sparky on high alert. He wants to be close to people, smiles like a maniac and pants like he’s going into labor.
When the storm had passed and the visit was winding down, Sparky was wiped out. He never takes a full on, eyes closed, nap.
Poor little fella.
Sparky looks happy to sit around as I finish my coffee, but if he sees a rabbit, he’s gone.
I have been painting molding and trim in the solarium. Over time, it gets nicked up and scratched, so it’s a nice, limited project. Sparky doesn’t like it because I can’t stop to play. When I am sitting on the floor to get the low stuff, Sparky isn’t welcome to help. I have to send him away.
Now that the work is done, Sparky is happy to go outside and goof around. It’s so nice out, I’m tempted to get a beer and go back outside.
Sparky and I look like a couple of convalescent old bastards, but we’re good. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, so we wanted to soak up some sun before it rains again. It’s only 40o outside, so we are bundled up.
Don’t say we’re snuggling. Sparky is pretty homophobic.
Sparky gets anxious when storms roll in, and this week, that seems to be twice per day. He’s also not nuts about getting a wet belly. Sparky was happy to get out when the weather cleared for a while.
