A half-hour ago, Sparky and I were sitting on the couch having our morning chat. When I left him, he was warming his bones in front of the fire. I just went to get him for breakfast, and this is the situation. I was forty feet away, and hadn’t heard anything.
I asked, “Sparky, what happened in here?”
His answer, “I don’t know nuthin’.”
I pressed, “Why are there balls scattered all over the place?”
Sparky is nonchalant. “What’s a ball?”
Friends are skeptical that Sparky and I can have these conversations, but take a look at this face. Sparky is easy to read.
Sparky is too adorable for me to mind collecting the balls. To seal the deal, he is doing that half-cycle tail wag and rolling over for some belly action.