Sparky raised his right hand to solemnly pledge that he was seriously hungry. From the look on his face, he wasn’t bullshitting me. When I told him it wasn’t dinner time yet, he gave me the evil eye.
Earlier in the day, I grilled venison steaks. Sparky was salty that he didn’t get any.
After cutting the grass, I was relaxing on the deck. Sparky was inside and hinting that he wouldn’t mind having dinner. Barking is reserved for high excitement or possible danger, so Sparky’s only way to get his point across was to look cute and pant like a spaz.
Getting sent to the crate indicates that it’s time for dinner.
Sparky adapts to camping. He gets out more, so takes his naps when he can.
This was Sparky, looking like a dork, before I figured out his true name. It’s hard to imagine him being called anything else. In this post, I covered how A good dog takes a name. An article like this RD: The Most Popular Dog Names in Each State would not have helped me figure out the right name. Now, the article is interesting.
Sparky was hiding in the tall grass, hoping to pounce on a rabbit or rotisserie chicken.
Sparky is skeptical. He’s not sure that it’s a good idea to stand on a rock when it’s windy.
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