Maybe your brain works better.

When we go for walks, a recurring thought comes to mind.  Sparky likes to lead.  That’s good, his confidence is admirable.  I can’t help thinking how much Sparky, from this angle, resembles the X-ACTO model 1744 electric pencil sharpener I bought for my classroom. 

It’s not like I am ever going to get Sparky stuffed, with an electric pencil sharpener inside.  That’s crazy, right?  Still though, that would be a great pencil sharpener.

Sparky and I have a nice setup, but he thinks stupid, morbid shit all the time too.  When he looks down on the compound, he can’t help thinking about how he’s going to change things when I’m gone.

He wants to put in a creek that goes from the road to the land bridge, with some big rocks and a bunch of drain pipes that go off to the sides.

That’s all to say that Sparky and I are not sentimental, but appreciate the little moments as they come.

If I go first, I hope Sparky gets his creek and doesn’t get his fat ass stuck in a pipe.  If Sparky goes first, he said I can make him into a pencil sharpener if it isn’t too loud, but he wants to chew on the tail if I don’t need it for the pencil sharpener. 

Again, I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about with that last part, but he seems content.