On the border between the woods and the lawn, near where I planted the tree, I saw this. It looks like a coyote or hawk got hold of a skunk, and tore it up. Lucky I found this before Sparky did, and unlucky if there is a skunk family in the neighborhood.
At our morning fellowship, I told Sparky that his Uncle Randy, my brother-in-law, had passed away. We’d visited several times, so I thought we should talk about it.
I did go to the gym for a rigorous work out, but salvaged the day when I got home, by laying in the grass with a good puppy.
Sparky says that he feels a little weird after eating that Nutella yesterday, but he looks okay to me.
I don’t know where we get the phrase, ‘a dog worrying a bone’. It’s something about speaking English, but if you need a guy to worry without worrying, Sparky’s your man.
Sparky started trying to chew a hole in the couch sheet. By the time I realized his bully chew stick was under the sheet, Sparky had lost confidence in my ability to manipulate sheets and blankets. That’s rich because Sparky has no idea how sheets, blankets or towels work.
When I pulled the bully stick out from under the sheet, Sparky went after it aggressively.
It’s probably me, because Sparky always does what he thinks is best and never apologizes. I don’t recall doing anything wrong, but Sparky sure looks disappointed.
Sparky is pretty judgmental, it could be anything. Earlier today, Sparky thought we were going for a car ride, but it turned out that I was putting on pants for no reason. That’s probably it.
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