Sparky was hiding in the tall grass, hoping to pounce on a rabbit or rotisserie chicken.
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Sparky is skeptical. He’s not sure that it’s a good idea to stand on a rock when it’s windy.
Sparky was salty and judgmental after I made a batch of megaroni and cheese. I thought he might be feeling ignored, so I asked him to join me on the couch. Sparky was still kind of bitchy, so it had to be something else.
Sparky expects it to rain all day. He isn’t looking forward to low-level anxiety and a wet belly from going outside. I wanted to get a photo as he moped under the dining room table.
When Sparky saw me approach, he felt that his prospects might improve. He wanted me to know that I could rub his belly or play with Tweetie mouse if I wanted.
or inverted. Maybe it’s ironic, who knows?
The point is, the first time I took Sparky outside to do his dirty business, he pooped on a stump. Today, he got to shit under a stump. Sparky appreciates the strange twist.
When all of the Nutella is gone, I give the empty jar to Sparky.1 He has an impressively long tongue, but he can’t get to the bottom half of the jar. He puts a ball from the snack pit in there, and when it rolls out, it has some Nutella on it.
The yard was finally dry enough to get some work done outside. I asked Sparky if he wanted to help, but he said that today was a holiday for his people. He had the day off.
Okay, let I’ll bite. Why is today a holiday and who are your people?
Another thunderstorm is rolling through, this time with plenty of lightning. Sparky is on high alert. When I decided to use the bathroom, Sparky had to figure out how to maintain decorum while never being farther than a body length away.
His conversational gambit was awkward enough, I had to take a photo.