When I came in from mowing the lawn, Sparky was sitting in the snack pit.  He’s still sitting in the snack pit, just staring off into space.  He seems resigned or despondent. 

I hope he didn’t poop in the house.  Sparky wouldn’t want that to happen, but if it did, he’d own it.  He’s not one of those dogs that sneaks in to take a dump in the bedroom closet, then denies everything.