Everybody knows Sparky as a charming and witty guy, but he’s got a serious side. 

When I first got Sparky, every so often, he’d come over to me just like this.  I didn’t understand it.  He didn’t come over to tell me a funny story, or play or get up on my lap.  Sparky would just sit there and look at me with those soulful eyes.  I figured he had some dark shit going on in his life.

Through trial-and-error, I learned that he just needed to go outside to take a piss.    Other people have dogs that bark, ring a bell or stand by the door.  Sparky just sits there doing that automatic mind control shit on me.  I guess it worked, because now I know to take him out and he’s happy.