
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.





