Category: Sparky (Page 3 of 26)
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.
Sparky was tense about the rainstorm. I shot an ASMR video of Sparky weathering the storm.
