Sparky wants to know why I just automatically assume that I got the cold from him.  I have been out to all sorts of places, and he just stays home for no reason.  So I probably got the cold and got Sparky sick.

Sparky felt that there was no reason to not take him to Christmas Eve at Aunt Joanne’s house.  Sparky is certain that she hid more toys for him to find, and now she has to find them all by herself.  Sparky is concerned that there may be more sneaky animals living upstairs, and he should at least try to make friends with them.

He was partially mollified when I told him that guy would be there.  The guy who sits in his seat in my truck, and talks to him like he’s a retard.

Fine, but why couldn’t he visit Spunky on Christmas?  I reminded him that when we visit Uncle Davy, there are never any crumbs on the floor, I would have to pet Spunky and Cooper, and they have those stupid hard chew toys that dogs can’t even eat.  Yeah, fine.

How about Costco?  Sparky doesn’t know what Costco is, but he’s heard about Costco hotdogs and he likes being a hot dog, so what’s the problem?  Why didn’t I take him?  I told him that going to Costco isn’t like going to Tractor Supply.  At Costco, there are many more customers walking around, not paying attention, and they wouldn’t even care if they stepped on a dog.  That’s where Cruella De Vil works.

Sparky admitted it might have been for the best, and I conceded that I might have gotten the cold first.

Sparky generously acknowledged that if we ever got the plague, bird flu, or botflies, he would probably be patient zero.