If I hear that from Sparky, he’s going right in his crate.
My last post may be fake news. Sparky wasn’t excited about the baby back ribs, he can sense a storm coming.
While I was online, Sparky popped his head up, and was panting like Sigourney Weaver in Ghostbusters. A little while later, he violated decorum, and followed me into the bathroom. That is foul weather behavior.
If there is going to be a storm, I hope it hits soon. I hate when it hits after I’ve gone to bed. Trying to sleep with all that panting is like being back in the freshman dorm.