Sparky met a new dog, and was not at his best. It was embarrassing, but Sparky had fun.
We were in Parma Heights to pickup an FB Marketplace purchase. Sparky was so charming, the guy brought his dog out to meet him. She was a 16 year-old Blue Shepard or a German Heeler rescue. She was energetic and healthy, which is great for her age, but a little rangy for my taste.
The guy wanted to let the dogs sniff, but not touch. Sparky was on a leash, and wanted to touch or contact sniff or something. Disregarding my instructions to sit, Sparky pulled hard enough to trigger a snorting fit. That is always pathetic and awkward. The Blue Shepard lost interest in my snorting little piglet.
Being an autistic person, Sparky thought that he was killing it. On the way back to my truck, Sparky took a shit on the guy’s tree lawn. Last time we were camping, I ran through the last of my poop sacks in the truck. The guy was great about it, but I should have been prepared.
Doesn’t matter, Sparky had enjoyed the outing and I picked up an IBC tote for $25.
On the way home, Sparky was laughing about it. That guy had tried to help him out of the truck, on to the tree lawn, as if Sparky doesn’t get out of the truck by himself all the time. And why did that guy drag out his blown out old mutt? Sparky was just trying to show polite interest.
According to Sparky, the Blue Shepard was putting on airs and the guy was patronizing, so he took a shit on his lawn. Sparky knows I always have bags, so he thought I was playing along by pretending to be out.
When we got home, Sparky wanted to show me that he liked getting out of the truck by himself, and could jump off of something even higher. Sparky’s pride was on the line, so I put him on the tailgate.
It always looks higher when you are up there. Sparky was having second thoughts, but couldn’t back away from the challenge. I insisted on a picture of my courageous dog. Sparky looked so fierce and daring, Aunt Joanne might be scared, so I wanted some happy pictures too.
It’s always funny when Sparky does the “Wazzzup!” bit from those 20 year old Budweiser commercials, so we did a few of those.
After that, we were laughing, so I picked Sparky up and put him on the ground. We both pretended like we forgot about the tailgate jumping challenge.
Rick, you and Sparky were made for each other. He really does need his own blog.