Sparky doesn’t need to catch a rabbit, he just likes being in the game.
Category: Sparky (Page 3 of 52)
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.
It’s with some trepidation that I must get out of bed this morning. I don’t know what I’m going to find, but Sparky has something to do with it.
Lying in bed this morning, I heard Sparky’s clickity nails on the hardwood floor as he came into my bedroom. He stopped, so I grabbed my phone to get video because it’s going to be something.
He is probably not looking for my wallet or car keys.
First guess, it has something to do with the weather or his digestive system.
After the computers are shut down, the lights are turned off, and Sparky has gone out for his final wee, I like to put him to bed. Since Sparky is a free man with agency, I could just bid him good night and put myself to bed. He can take care of himself, but that feels ambiguous.
With family in town, we had a cook-out at my house. We get reacquainted as the young ones form new bonds. Looking at it like that, a little girl crying in the rain is an opportunity. It certainly doesn’t mark the end of the party.