This wasn’t a tactic in my battle of wits with Sparky. He went for a walkabout yesterday, so one can understand that it looks like I was trying to entice Sparky into being happier at home. He is happy here, I’ve just been meaning to slice up a ham I had in the freezer, vacuum pack the ham slices and boil the ham bone for future use, it’s all routine.
After the ham bone was boiled, I thought Sparky might have some use for it.
Sparky loves a good bone. I can’t help thinking he’d like it more if he’d found a dead pig rotting in a field, but he was engaged.
Everything was going great until Sparky decided to take the bone to go.
Call me Felix Unger if you must, but I don’t want a greasy slab of pork dragged around my house.
Sparky has no qualms about dragging a hunk of meat into his home.
Sparky assured me that he wasn’t worried that I’d steal his bone, he just thought it would be nice if his little house smelled like ham.