Sparky woke me with his awkward shuffling at the base of my bed. It was “Oh-dark-stupid”1, but I got up to check on him. He didn’t need to go out. Sparky would not go out.
I went back to bed, and Sparky laid down like that.
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We usually go for a walk, as opposed to just letting Sparky out for a quick wee. When we come in, it’s usually about like this.
Sparky is getting 15 to 20 Maro snacks per day just for going to the bathroom. That may seem like a lot of snacks. Big Brain Grok says:
A 13-year-old Beagle is a senior/elderly dog (Beagle average lifespan is roughly 12–15 years). In human terms it’s roughly comparable to a person in their late 60s to mid-70s
We don’t care. Sparky is pretty nimble for an old fella. He should be happy in his dotage.
At morning fellowship, I was telling Sparky about the Young Washington movie. He wanted me to take a photo where he looked like George Washington’s dog.
If we are getting up this early, Sparky prefers dawn patrol. He wants to hector rabbits, sweep for coyotes and maybe find some fresh goose shit for breakfast.
Sparky is fine with our morning fellowship, as long as we keep it professional. He just doesn’t see the point of drinking coffee at sunrise when there may be a dead bird in the yard.
Sparky was spooked by a chipmunk.
I never moved Sparky’s food bowl, and I still like to leave the patio door open so Sparky can wander out when I’m having coffee on the deck. Another chipmunk ran into the house. Or the same one, I don’t know.
The photo on the left is facing North, toward a sky the color of a Chinese egg1. It’s so dark, the camera switched to night mode. The photo on the right is facing South, toward a pleasant sky.
Both photos were taken at 8:44 AM this morning, two hours after dawn. Weather radar is not encouraging.
A storm rolled through in the middle of the night. At 4 am, Sparky was panting and pacing around my bed. There is some concern that he might need to take an adrenaline shit, but that’s not why I got out of bed.
Sparky looks a little rough, like he went to bed drunk and slept in his clothes. He’s fine.