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.
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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.
The weather was so nice today, by late afternoon, Sparky and I went out to lie on the deck to enjoy the spring breeze.
I have laundry baskets, but they are holding plastic balls from the snack pit as the foam rubber continues to air dry. Besides, this is about the most adorable sight to wake up to.
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.
Most of the day, Sparky didn’t know what was going on. Rusty wasn’t here, but we also weren’t having fun. It was worse than that. All of his favorite stuff was gone, so he spent the day in dreadful contemplation.