Category: Sparky (Page 2 of 47)
When I went to Aldi today, I picked up a rack of baby back ribs, the fully cooked kind that is slathered in barbecue sauce. Sparky was so supportive. He knows I love ribs, so he was all smiles and encouragement as I laid them out on the cookie sheet to go under the broiler.
I waited until Sparky’s dinner time, so while I’m tucking in to my ribs, he’s eating his 4 ounces of kibble and half of a hard-boiled egg. Sparky will like that we are dining together.
When Youtube feeds me a dog psychology video, I might watch it to see if Sparky is getting screwed over. This one was good because it had mostly good looking dogs and people.
Here are the ten things.
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.
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.