It took until 8:30 pm for Sparky to do more than sleep. When he lifted his head to look around, I told him about the rice and brisket gravy in his bowl. After he ate that, he felt pretty good.
Category: Sparky (Page 18 of 48)
Sparky was dropped off at the vet at 8 am, and we picked him up at 3 pm. I didn’t realize that minor dog surgery can take all day. He is fine, but punky. Sparky had a tooth removed, sutures on his belly and evidence of a tape worm.
This video is going up as Sparky is going in for his belly-scraping surgery. He is getting a biopsy, so we won’t know anything definitive afterward, but Sparky will have to wear his cone of shame. He may not feel so good after the procedure, so a Benny Hill video might raise his spirits.
One of Sparky’s most considerate and genteel habits is to do his dirty business in the least objectionable spot available.
Sparky is still working on the cat puzzle he got at Aunt Joanne’s Fun House.
Sparky has every reason to think that good things are coming his way. Poor dog, it’s not going to work out this time.
Sparky is back to his old, gregarious self. He didn’t even mind that we weren’t going to be able to go camping at West Branch State Park.
Sparky has been in a mood since we returned from the vet. A malaise or lack of his characteristic joie de vivre. Look at that limp tail. His head should be held up to survey his domain or down in the grass snuffling for grubs or rabbit tracks.