My Tacoma is a doctrinaire prick. Or it’s being maliciously complaint because it harbors a grudge for some reason.
On our drive to Elyria, I wanted to switch to a different audiobook. The audiobook app on my phone responded with:
“The library function cannot be accessed while…”
I didn’t try to display the rest of that sentence because some attention should be given to driving, but it probably ended with “driving”.
I went out to Polen Implement in Elyria to get a new spindle for my John Deere lawn tractor. Sparky wanted me to know that he was really enjoying the car ride.
This afternoon, Sparky startled a rabbit that was grazing outside the safety of the dense brush. Rather than engage in a futile chase, Sparky decided to shit where it eats.
Sparky says that amongst beagles and other woodland animals, that is a humiliating insult.
Sparky doesn’t need to catch a rabbit, he just likes being in the game.
Some times he is happy to lay around while I drink my coffee.
I had an out-of-town wedding on Saturday, so Sparky spent the day with Aunt Joanne. She shows her hospitality with food. Joanne does that with everybody, but she actually likes Sparky. He had all manner of dog food and treats that were delicious and unfamiliar. Now Sparky knows that I can do better.
Sparky doesn’t appreciate the half of a hard-boiled egg he gets at each meal. It’s laying on the rug to Sparky’s right.
I’m finally finishing the grout and trim on the downstairs bathroom. It’s not a big job, but I’d rather screw around at home, then go to Home Depot to get what I need to finish the job. Sparky likes doing everything, but loves going for car rides.
He customarily gets a treat when the last errand is run, and we are ready to drive home. I don’t know why he gets a treat when he is already so happy about the car ride. I gave him a treat once, and now he turns his charisma up to 11. I am powerless to stop.
Sparky makes it fun to run errands.
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A brief, intense storm rolled through, and when that was over, fireworks started. It was probably Independence, along with patriots in the neighborhood.
This morning, Sparky came into the bedroom to hide in the closet. He was concerned about something.
Sparky isn’t the type of dog that smells cancer or sees dead people, so if he is disturbed, it’s usually for a mundane reason. From bed, I could see that the weather looked sunny and clear. That left the possibility that Sparky had taken a shit in the house.
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