Sparky is getting cold feet.

It was -11^o F this morning.  We don’t do wind chill in this house, it’s really that frigid.  Sparky looks like a haggis stuffed into a tube sock.  When it’s this cold, he doesn’t care what he looks like.  Cold feet are the biggest issue, so Sparky wants me to invent dog shoes for him.

I offered to get these dog boots for him.  Sparky said that if I want a French whore, I should have gotten a poodle.  He said he doesn’t care about looks, but I must have crossed a line.  My mistake.  I should have shown him these dog boots.

Sparky doesn’t know shit about dog boots, he just wants to be on Team Sled Dog.  I have some black ankle socks.  If I tell Sparky that I took them off of a wolf, I can zip-tie them to his feet, and he won’t know the difference.