Sparky is in favor of naps, so likes to hop up and flop over. I have to hold him up and rub his belly. If I stop for too long, he gets antsy.
Category: Sparky (Page 39 of 51)
You’d think a guy would be self-conscious if his breath smelled like his poop, but Sparky thinks it’s funny. I had a colleague at NoRo who thought it was funny to cut a silent, but deadly fart, then call a student up to his desk for a chat. It’s fine, he was a coach and the student was one of his players.
With the snow coming down all day, we’ve been hunkering down. Sparky didn’t even notice when I went down to the garage for an hour to put the snow tires on. He was happy to lay by the fire, screw around with Mr. Moose, and help me watch Youtube.
When the wind let up, Sparky would surely be eager to bound through the snow, run off some energy and check on all the outside stuff he has to check on. When we went out for our walk, Sparky put up a good front, but when I started for the bridge, he ran for the house.
Sparky wants us to revisit the policy about never pooping in the house. Even with a Carhartt jacket, going outside to poop in the snow doesn’t seem reasonable.
To be fair, Sparky is cooperating with the policy, but he isn’t convinced.
Señor Piglet has to shed some weight. When we talked about it, he kept patting my belly and smirking. I can’t help thinking he was making some kind of point.
Well, Sparky might eat crickets, but I wouldn’t ask him to.
Sparky is getting too big for his britches. Not in the “putting on airs” sense. I encourage him to be a confident boss. No, he is just getting too big. Sparky doesn’t have any britches, but now that I’ve got a sewing machine, if I made him some britches, he mustn’t be splitting the seams.
This photo was taken almost two years ago, the day after I brought Sparky home. Man, he has really let himself go. No wonder his nickname is Señor Piglet. He needs to get on the carnivore diet.
Sparky was all ears when I told him the troubling news. Yesterday, while Sparky was patrolling the grounds, I saw a coyote between the chain link fence and the sound wall. It wasn’t far from the grape vines where Sparky likes to snuffle. They would be on opposite sides of the fence, so that’s not an issue.
Sparky no longer wants to go past the top of the hill. I’m starting to think he’s smelling something in the woods, rather than being intimidated by yellow jackets. He will go on if he’s on a leash, but he isn’t nuts about it.