There are almost a thousand billionaires in the US, but only one seems to be doing anything fun.
While Sparky and I were groveling in place to avoid getting emphysema from the Great Canadian Dumpster Fire, somebody mowed my field.
Sparky doesn’t need to catch a rabbit, he just likes being in the game.
Canadians have to be burning something really foul for the air to be hazardous over 400 miles away. Being stuck in the house hating Canadians made me think of Trailer Park Boys. It’s a funny show, but it’s not for people who get offended.
The TV show is about life in a Canadian trailer park. Practically everyone in the show is a charismatic degenerate. I can’t explain it, but it is on Netflix, and is worth at least trying if you are not easily offended.
Nobody expects Canada to be the jack-arse neighbor who burns his garbage and stinks it up for everyone, but here we are. It’s not healthy. I got a sinus infection when I walked down to get the mail.
Sparky and I are going to play it save. Maybe watch some cartoons and cook up a Detroit Style pizza from Costco.
Some times he is happy to lay around while I drink my coffee.
Lettuce or Salad Greens Linked to ‘Explosive’ Diarrhea Outbreak Hitting Thousands Across U.S.
The uninformed answer to that rhetorical question seems like it should be Sparky, but he usually dumps in considerate and unlikely places like down rabbit holes, on a stump or in a patch of poison ivy. He isn’t the problem.
As a food, lettuce brings nothing to the table. Only eat salads that start with some other food, like tuna, chicken, ham, potato, macaroni or fruit. In an unfamiliar restaurant, it’s probably safe to order a salad named after a place, like Waldorf, Russian or Caprese.
This explosive diarrhea fad comes from people taking an expedient shit in a farm field. When it’s time to wipey-wipey, what are they supposed to use? If lettuce is available, nobody is going to choose acorns, coconuts, sea shells or corncobs. They just aren’t.
I had an out-of-town wedding on Saturday, so Sparky spent the day with Aunt Joanne. She shows her hospitality with food. Joanne does that with everybody, but she actually likes Sparky. He had all manner of dog food and treats that were delicious and unfamiliar. Now Sparky knows that I can do better.
Sparky doesn’t appreciate the half of a hard-boiled egg he gets at each meal. It’s laying on the rug to Sparky’s right.
I’ve heard these incidents referred to as “chimp outs”. That term is disrespectful and may be hate speech. When a large mob behaves like a pack of aggressive animals, normal people hate the disruption and don’t respect the participants.
I’m finally finishing the grout and trim on the downstairs bathroom. It’s not a big job, but I’d rather screw around at home, then go to Home Depot to get what I need to finish the job. Sparky likes doing everything, but loves going for car rides.
He customarily gets a treat when the last errand is run, and we are ready to drive home. I don’t know why he gets a treat when he is already so happy about the car ride. I gave him a treat once, and now he turns his charisma up to 11. I am powerless to stop.
Sparky makes it fun to run errands.