Sparky raised his right hand to solemnly pledge that he was seriously hungry.  From the look on his face, he wasn’t bullshitting me.  When I told him it wasn’t dinner time yet, he gave me the evil eye.

Earlier in the day, I grilled venison steaks.  Sparky was salty that he didn’t get any.

Twenty minutes later, it was time for Sparky to eat.  His mood improved substantially. 

I like how Sparky waits in a sprinter’s stance for the go signal.   He even did that weird prehensile tongue thing he learned from giraffes.

Because Sparky is my buddy, I had saved some steak juice to pour on his kibble.

Sparky looks younger and cuter when he isn’t judging me.