As we left Maumee Bay State Park this morning, Sparky was in a mood.

Sparky is too low in the seat to be looking out the window.  He doesn’t look out the window very often, but when he does, his front paws are up on the arm rest.

When Sparky heard the click from my phone, he looked my way.  There is no joy in that mug.  If he was a girlfriend, he’d be ‘fine’ in that bad way.

The body language was enough for me to know he didn’t want to talk about it.  I can only speculate.

Sparky really liked Maumee.  There were quite a few rabbits, some deer and plenty of brush for him to burrow into.  We left at 8 am, so that’s kind of early in the day to be pessimistic about never coming back.

Around 5 am, a big storm blew in.  Sparky says he’s not afraid of storms, but does go on high alert.  It was enough to wake me up, and since I wasn’t going to go back to sleep, I made some breakfast and started packing up.  Maybe he was just grumpy from not getting enough sleep.

Sparky didn’t sleep in the car, so maybe he’s like me.  When we’re up, we’re up.  I gave him some space, and by the time we got to the turnpike, he was feeling better.