Sparky hasn’t gotten a derogatory nickname in a while, so I’m calling him a ‘red belly’. Or maybe enhance his last insulting nickname. He can be a ‘red belly skunk pig’.
That’s better. Reminiscent of Biden calling some random guy, a “dog faced pony soldier”.
In Kanji, Sparky’s Japanese code name is written like this.
Practice writing those characters.
I don’t blame him, Sparky lives in the moment.
I made a batch of cocktail meatballs yesterday. Since it’s Thanksgiving, I gave Sparky a meatball this morning after his morning toilet. He isn’t even done licking the juice off of his snout, when he is wondering what I’ve done for him lately.
Sparky says it’s coming up a cloud, so we might should go to Winn Dixie to stock up on bread and milk.
Sparky is insubordinate. Or he’s quiet quitting or protesting. It’s hard to tell with beagles.
The weather was mild, so we went for a long walk. Sparky found the worst looking pear ever, and brought it up to the house as a souvenir. I tossed it out.
I was attempting to be too productive this morning, when his bowl slipped out of my hand. For breakfast, he gets a third of a cup of kibble and half of a hard boiled egg. Nothing very sticky.
Sparky’s poise and judgment surprised me again.
This is what happens when it’s midnight, and I want to have a beer and stay up.
We’ve had this conversation many times before.
This is a nice way to start the day.
When I finished my shave and shower, I found that Sparky had gotten up and out. He starts the day by taking a nap by the fire, and I start the day seeing him taking a nap by the fire. Everybody wins.
Appreciate the little things and take photos of the mundane. That’s what we miss when circumstances change.
We have a nice little routine. Sparky probably wakes up first, but he doesn’t get out of bed because he has the electric blanket he received last Christmas. It’s just a $15 heating pad, but it’s pretty nice for a dog.
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