Sparky thinks he’s clever.

Sparky likes to run with my ATV.  He’s not chasing me, but running along side.  Sparky is fifteen or twenty feet off to the side and a little behind, so there’s no chance that he could cut toward me or get hit.  Sparky likes it because he gets to run all out.  That’s only 7 or 8 mph, but I’m not going to run.

We went out for a run today.  By the time Sparky is up to speed and into it, I watch my driving to avoid hitting an apple tree.  When I stopped down by the creek, Sparky was gone.  I thought he might have went after a rabbit or caught a scent.

Nope.  Sparky was relaxing in the shade.

Sparky, you didn’t even make it half way.  I know it’s hot, but they say that mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

“Yeah well, I’m not English, am I?  I’m half Iberian and half coyote.  Maybe a little Russian.  And I like pizza, so I don’t know what to do with that, but I sure as hell am not going to bow and scrape to some prick with a bunch of corgis.  That one corgi came into our camper and acted like she owned the place.”

All right, settle down.  Your corgi cousin is named after an ancient cult leader, so that doesn’t help.

“It’s nice you want to bring me along when you’re working outside, but can I go back in the air conditioning?  I’m supposed to be taking my siesta.”