Nothing special, just Sparky screwing around in the yard.
Category: Sparky (Page 39 of 48)
Little piglet is enjoying the first fire of the season.
It’s not worth having a fire if the outside temperature is above 45o F outside. This morning, it was 44o and raining. It may warm up, but the rain makes it feel colder and I have to go out occasionally to check on the creek headwall. Also, the first burn has a smell as dust burns off of the stove, so it’s best to crack the patio door.
The inside temperature is 75o, so Sparky could flop anywhere in comfort. He likes the fire, and occasionally, like in the photo, does a half-wavelength tail wag. If Sparky ever learns to speak English, I’d like to ask him why. A floor wag can’t be comfortable.
Dog behaviorists say that dogs wag their tails to signal their emotional state to other members of the pack. Maybe, but why wag when nobody is around? A person, alone, doesn’t laugh or smile nearly as much if something funny happens.
My theory is that God made dogs automatically wag their tails when they are content to keep them aware of the good times. Dogs can’t count. They see one or none. If there is one food, then eat it. If there is one rabbit, then chase it. Dogs can’t count, so they can’t count their blessings.
People can choose to only acknowledge the dreary or irritating events in life. If a person gets out of the car at Aldi, and a stranger offers them a cart, that’s a minor blessing. The person can choose to see the stranger as too lazy to walk back to get their quarter, or as an unsolicited kindness. People can choose to count their blessings or harbor a grudge against the universe.
Dogs brains are not wired like that. I don’t know how they work. Maybe if Sparky hears thunder, he thinks, “yeah, this sucks, but my butt muscles are sore from all that tail wagging, so it’s been a pretty good day.”
Sparky is frightened of thunderstorms, so it was a rough night for me. Around 4 am, Sparky’s vigorous panting roused me from sleep. I am a deep sleeper, but once awake, don’t usually go back to sleep. It was murder trying to get moving.
Sparky just told me that he’s not afraid of thunderstorms, but gets very alert just in case I need his assistance. He says that’s why he always needs to piss during thunderstorms. Sparky says he doesn’t piss from fear, but since urine is an electrolyte. He wants to be less electrically conductive. I told him that with the transmission towers, we are shielded from lightning strikes, but he is skeptical.
Bugs Bunny taught me that “music soothes the savage beast”, so I played Ultra-Lounge Volume 17 to mask the sound of thunder. As Sparky patrolled the house, I learned that I needed more Les Baxter in my life. I got to work on that until Sparky eventually relaxed. I did go back to sleep for a bit, but Sparky has been sleeping, on and off, ever since.
When Sparky first moved in, his dream barks were the only indication that he could bark. It’s usually only when he’s napping, not when he’s down for the night. When he naps, Sparky is about 80% asleep, and retains some situational awareness. It’s hard to video him because he gets more alert if I get up or the TV volume is turned down.
When I brought Sparky home after my surgery, his dream barks were troubled and whimpery for a couple of days. I hate to see him suffer, but it is nice to know that he cares.
I hold Sparky in high regard, but sometimes, he seems like just a pretty face.
When we went outside for our walk, these three deer were wandering by. I said, “Rabbit!” to flip his switch into hunter-pursuit mode. They strolled about 40 yards before Sparky even looked in their direction. Sparky decided to take me very literally, and wasn’t interested.
Sparky talks big, but now I’m wondering if chasing rabbits is a charade. Sure, he’ll eat any baby bunnies he finds. but what would he do if he caught a rabbit?
Sparky wants to be an Ewok for Halloween. He is still pissed about The Acolyte, so wanted to do a costume homage to a time when Star Wars was good. He doesn’t have the face for it, but I made him a costume and took some head shots for his portfolio.
When I previewed this post, the volume was up, so Sparky came running. Now he’s on my lap, trying to type so you give his side of the story.
This is why I can’t get anything done. Sparky enjoys novel experiences and I am loaded with dumb ideas.
Before putting the RC cars away after the East Harbor State Park trip, I wanted to try walking the dog with the Land Rover. Sparky automatically knew what to do.
This is our first attempt. I had more trouble shooting video while driving, than Sparky had figuring out what he was supposed to do. Sparky likes RC cars. He chases the MAXX to get Mr. Moose, and steals treats from the Deadbolt.
He had no problem with the Land Rover taking him for a walk. He didn’t pull, fight or try to take charge. I drove across the creek and up the hill. Trying to turn back down the hill, the Rover rolled. Sparky wasn’t bothered, he took that as an opportunity to take a dump.
I really don’t mind not getting anything done.
This video is shot with a Go-Pro type camera that isn’t great in low light, but I was so impressed with Sparky’s meticulous search for a bunny that wasn’t there, I decided to use it.
Jack Reacher was impressed enough to provide commentary.
On our camping trips, I don’t dawdle when it’s time to leave. Wake up, pack up, and hit the road. Sparky is adaptable, but prefers the unstructured leisure of mornings at home.
We left East Harbor State Park before 8 am. Sparky wants to be a good wingman, but the early hour was taking a toll.
Now that we are home, Sparky says that he blinked when I took the photo. When I reminded him that he looked like that for 10 minutes, Sparky says he was trying to remember if 269 South went right to Route 2.
Maybe he was. Once we got on Route 2, he took a proper nap.
When we got on the turnpike, he tried to hypnotize me until we got to the next exit. Sparky says he was trying to get me to stop taking pictures while we drive.
Once we got on I-480, he assumed his typical car-ride demeanor.
Since I was still taking pictures and Sparky was no longer trying to hypnotize me, his stated objective is in doubt. While we were on the turnpike, I suspect Sparky was trying to compel me to stop at Sheetz at Lear Nagle and Lorain, to pick up a Slim Jim.
We had done that on the way out to East Harbor, and Sparky had enjoyed the experience.
