Category: Sparky (Page 1 of 45)

Did I keep the wrong dog?

I pulled everything out of the dining room, Murphy’s Oil soaped the floor, and took the rug out to the deck to scrub.  I rinsed it with the power washer, then hung it on the cable run to dry.  By late afternoon, it was starting to rain a little, so I brought it in.

By early evening, the rain had turned into a thunderstorm.  Storms make Sparky anxious, so I gave him the last chunk of pig ear to distract him.  While I was making dinner, my cute, but thankless pup brought the greasy pig ear into the dining room to eat on the clean rug.

Everything is back to normal.

Rusty’s last dinner with us.

Rusty is going to the Cleveland APL tomorrow morning.  This is our typical breakfast and dinner, and I didn’t want to forget it.

It can take several weeks to get an appointment to bring in a dog, but we got a slot two days after the call.   It’s better to get it over with.  Rusty is a very good dog.  I hate to give up on him, but It’s best for Sparky, and for me, and I hope it works out for Rusty.

We are working on something to make Rusty an appealing dog to adopt.

Sparky doesn’t always win,

but he sure as hell gives it a good effort.

Sparky got a stuffed lamb for Easter.  It’s his favorite thing.

A few things:

I wasn’t being tricky.  I intended to throw Lambchop over the couch, but it landed on that plastic bin where Sparky might not be able to reach it.

The couch is on the edge of the rug.  Sparky is trying to get on the couch without much traction on the hardwood floor.  Sparky’s diligence is inspirational.

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