
As Sparky was patrolling the back yard, I thought I’d have a beer and enjoy the evening. Sparky spilled my beer as he was attempting an innovative new way to get on my lap. He drank some of it.

As Sparky was patrolling the back yard, I thought I’d have a beer and enjoy the evening. Sparky spilled my beer as he was attempting an innovative new way to get on my lap. He drank some of it.

Seven Psychopaths is a perfect movie.
To me, a perfect movie is one where the cast, dialogue and plot are so much better than I could imagine, there is nothing that could be changed to improve it. It couldn’t get any better.
The Blues Brothers is a perfect movie. The plot is understandable, but it’s impossible to predict what happens next. Every word of the dialogue is important, but no words are wasted. The cast has popular actors, plus Cab Calloway, Aretha Franklin and James Brown.
When we went outside for the last time of the night, Sparky was pensive. Not eager to pursue, but concerned and observant. Something was out there, and he wasn’t sure what.
Sparky didn’t think it was prudent to take a dump, so we came inside. To minimize wet footprints all over the house, I send him to his crate to wipe his feet. Sparky wouldn’t go in his crate. He likes his crate, taking naps in there and going in prior to every meal. That was odd.
This morning, I was curious for Sparky to investigate the grounds. He told me about the coyotes, so I documented his report.