During our morning fellowship, Sparky told me that under the ancient gods, it never snowed after St. Patrick’s Day. That’s why we drink green beer.
He’s not wrong.
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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.
Sparky always liked being under the dining room table. With the solarium blocked off and a couch in front of the table, it is Sparky’s little fort. Rusty is an enthusiastic freedom hound, so prefers open spaces.
Since Rusty doesn’t come in, Sparky has been stashing his favorite toys in his hideout.
There are no photos because the events didn’t seem significant.
My eldritch nephew came over yesterday to install Linux on two of my computers. Aunt Joanne came along. To feed the boy, I went to Aldi to pick up some steaks. Easter hams were on sale.
This was going to be a big day for the dogs.
At the end of 2016, Ohio State played Clemson at the Fiesta Bowl in Phoenix. I had attended both of those colleges, and have a nephew near Phoenix. Since I had recently had some good fortune, it seemed like the universe was nudging me to do something.
The idea was to take my Ohio State engineering nephew to Arizona to see the game and visit a couple of nephews. Since I was loyal to both schools, I wouldn’t favor either team, but would cheer for all good plays.
This is the third dog bed that Rusty has chewed up. Sparky wonders why we can’t have nice things.
until the night watch saw something in the darkness.
It’s a warm, clear and still night. I didn’t see or hear anything when the dogs barked, shut up and stared at something. Whatever it was, they didn’t want to chase it or take their eyes off of it.
I got the dogs back in the house. I asked Sparky if it was a chupacabra. He said yeah, that sounded good, and did we have chicken or beef.
I don’t know what Sparky is talking about, and neither does he.
I wish Sparky wasn’t a sore loser or a mean drunk or whatever analogy is appropriate, but he is. Rusty can’t stay, and it isn’t his fault.
If you want a great dog who wants to be good, please let me know. I have submitted the form for him to be taken in by the Friendship APL in Elyria. It will probably take several days to complete the process.