I had an out-of-town wedding on Saturday, so Sparky spent the day with Aunt Joanne.  She shows her hospitality with food.  Joanne does that with everybody, but she actually likes Sparky.  He had all manner of dog food and treats that were delicious and unfamiliar.  Now Sparky knows that I can do better.

Sparky doesn’t appreciate the half of a hard-boiled egg he gets at each meal.  It’s laying on the rug to Sparky’s right.

I don’t blame him, hard-boiled eggs aren’t so great without something extra.  Me, I like to soak the shelled eggs in pickle juice for a while to make them tasty.  In Hong Kong, they’d soak shelled eggs in green tea.  It made the eggs look like they were Army surplus, but it did impart a little flavor.

Dragging the half-egg out of the bowl and leaving it on the rug seems like a harsh protest, but that is a much more coherent message than taking a shit in the house to register a complaint.  That’s what a less sophisticated dog would do.

I better start changing up the menu before Sparky decides to escalate his protest.