Sparky is about 50/50 on coming when I call him, but he will come every time I lie down on the couch.  Taking an afternoon nap with a puppy is the best.

When I laid down on the couch, I was surprised how quick Rusty was to read the play.  He nosed in. I invited him up, and he settled in for a nap. 

My goal was to let Rusty know that we’re friends and to see if he knew what he was doing.  Rusty knows how to take a nap, but it wasn’t great.

Taking a nap with Sparky is like having a stuffed animal filled with hot water bottles nuzzling up against you.  Rusty is a lean and rangy dog, so taking a nap with him is like being pressed by a bag of coat hangers that wants to lick your mouth.

Fortunately, it didn’t last long.  Rusty just wanted to show Sparky that he’s got game.  He kept looking over to see how Sparky was taking it.

Sparky wasn’t taking it too well.  My poor little puppy.  (that streak is lens flare from the afternoon sun) 

Rusty is a home-wrecker who loses interest once he gets what he wants, or he was remorseful because this meant so much to Sparky.  Dogs are mysterious.  

I didn’t want it to be awkward, so I told Rusty that I had to get up to close the shades.  When I went back to the couch, I called Sparky over.

Sparky was relieved to be back where he belonged, but he started getting sentimental and mushy, so I told him a bawdy limerick about a dog from Nantucket and some off-color jokes.  He relaxed, and made up a story about how Rusty should marry a chipmunk because he loves them so much.  It didn’t make any sense, but we both laughed.