Most of the day, Sparky didn’t know what was going on.  Rusty wasn’t here, but we also weren’t having fun.  It was worse than that.  All of his favorite stuff was gone, so he spent the day in dreadful contemplation.

Rusty never understood why we went outside fifty times per day.  When he got a treat for doing his dirty business outside, he viewed it as good luck, rather than a reward for doing the right thing.  He never understood that actions have consequences.

If a dog doesn’t piss when he is taken outside, is it really an accident if he has to piss 20 minutes later, when he is not outside?

Since Rusty has eccentric bathroom habits, I was never comfortable with him having complete freedom to roam around the house.  The solarium remained gated, and the dogs would be penned in for part of the day.  Rusty pissed in the house eight times.  I think.

When I got home, everything in the solarium that is within 10 inches of the floor, was cleaned.  All the furniture was removed so the floor could be mopped a lot.  Dog beds, snack pit and balls were washed.  Lower walls and furniture legs were cleaned.  Door gates and Rusty’s crate were removed.  The wood stove accouterments were also put away.  

Sparky didn’t understand why we weren’t having fun.

We are having more fun now. 

Also, we have tons of food left over, most of it appropriate for a bigger, younger, active dog with good teeth.  I just gave Sparky something the size of an Italian Garden bread stick, but petrified.  I think it’s made of old pigs.  

Nope, I just checked.  The first ingredient is chicken, the second is rice flour.  I don’t know what this thing is, or what they did to a chicken to make these, but they are horrible.

We also have some pig ears left over.  Each ear is bigger than Sparky’s head, and seem to be made of fiberglass.  I use tin snips to cut them up.

Sparky is happy.