The Running of the Bulls is scary fun, but there is one challenge that is beyond terrifying. Participants sit on the ground in front of a door that will be opened to admit a charging bull into the ring. That’s what it was like at my patio door at 8 am this morning.
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It’s only 9 am, and Sparky has already chased a rabbit and gotten stuck under the barn. While I worked outside yesterday, Sparky had plenty of time to rest up. Today, he is ready to goof around.
The sun is setting, and all we have to do is feed the fire and drink the beer. Sparky wants to help.
Sparky found a shallow trench that was in the shade and that just fit his belly, so he wasn’t going anywhere. Sparky didn’t want to help.
Many dogs are frightened by 4th of July fireworks, but Sparky says that he isn’t one of them. He tried to act casual and keep the conversation light, but it seemed like whistling past the grave yard.
Just Sparky running with the ATV. For a dog who is going to be 12 years old at the end of the month, he can still turn on the jets. He peels off after passing the bush with the rabbits.
The clanking and rattling is from the tools in the trailer towed by the ATV.
In the comments, Marc mentioned how Sparky might appreciate doggie ice cream to help him handle the hot weather. That reminded me of the Fatima dogs of Portugal.
These dogs are fine. The Sanctuary of Fatima does not leave dead dogs in the square.
It’s 93o outside, so I’m staying in and catching up on some housecleaning. Sparky wanted to keep me company, but him walking on wet floors wasn’t helping. He doesn’t fully trust the vacuum cleaner. Since I was screwing up his afternoon, he decided to just go to bed until I settled down.
Or maybe Sparky didn’t like what I was listening to on Spotify.