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.
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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.
It’s been a cold and gloomy day, so Sparky is wearing his Inspector Gadget outfit.
It’s going to be a long night.
NOAA says thunderstorms on and off until morning. Sparky has been stressed for a few hours, and I’ve used up all my thunderstorm relaxation tricks.
We have another severe thunderstorm warning until 8:30 pm. Sparky is grinning like the creepy Joker, trembling and panting like he is in labor.
He took a shit when we went out after the last storm, so he won’t be delivering a little bundle of joy. That’s a blessing.
I haven’t mopped the basement floor yet. Since Rusty liked going down there, that would be productive. Sparky can’t see or hear as much down there.