Category: Sparky (Page 1 of 46)
I have been painting molding and trim in the solarium. Over time, it gets nicked up and scratched, so it’s a nice, limited project. Sparky doesn’t like it because I can’t stop to play. When I am sitting on the floor to get the low stuff, Sparky isn’t welcome to help. I have to send him away.
Now that the work is done, Sparky is happy to go outside and goof around. It’s so nice out, I’m tempted to get a beer and go back outside.
Sparky and I look like a couple of convalescent old bastards, but we’re good. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, so we wanted to soak up some sun before it rains again. It’s only 40o outside, so we are bundled up.
Don’t say we’re snuggling. Sparky is pretty homophobic.
Sparky gets anxious when storms roll in, and this week, that seems to be twice per day. He’s also not nuts about getting a wet belly. Sparky was happy to get out when the weather cleared for a while.
When I went to Aldi today, I picked up a rack of baby back ribs, the fully cooked kind that is slathered in barbecue sauce. Sparky was so supportive. He knows I love ribs, so he was all smiles and encouragement as I laid them out on the cookie sheet to go under the broiler.
I waited until Sparky’s dinner time, so while I’m tucking in to my ribs, he’s eating his 4 ounces of kibble and half of a hard-boiled egg. Sparky will like that we are dining together.
When Youtube feeds me a dog psychology video, I might watch it to see if Sparky is getting screwed over. This one was good because it had mostly good looking dogs and people.
Here are the ten things.
I needed to pick up paint and supplies for my next project, so I brought Sparky along. It was in the afternoon, which is when Sparky likes to take his nap. He’d never turns down a car ride, but he was having a hard time staying awake.
For the third night in a row, Sparky has slept on the couch.
Last night, I scattered throw pillows to make the couch seem impossibly high to a furry piglet with too much junk in the trunk. The house rule is that Sparky can come up onto the couch when invited and there is a bedsheet or blanket. I removed the bedsheet and wadded it up on the back of the couch.
He is clearly insubordinate.
As Sparky adjusts to life without Rusty, he is attempting to establish a new normal. Pre-Rusty, Sparky slept in my bedroom, his crate, under the dining room table, and other places that weren’t on the couch.
Two mornings in a row, I have found him on the couch. Sparky doesn’t know if this is going to fly, but he intends to play it out.