Playing Chicken Run today, Sparky snatched the prize five times.
When the chicken was gone, pepperoni was the prize. It’s aromatic, so got Sparky’s attention. I was concerned that it might mix up Sparky’s innards, so today, we switched to kielbasa.
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I found a deer skull in the woods. This counts as Sparky’s Christmas present. We are leaving it outside for now because nobody wants a skull dragged around the house. Well, Sparky does. It might get mounted in his crate. Sparky would like that.
Sparky got his present today, on Russian Christmas, so that may be a cosmic sign that he’s Russian. That would explain a lot. He only understands English when it suits him and he likes bread and salt. Sparky is warm-hearted, fatalistic and reckless, so the epitome of the Russian soul.
Sparky and I have the outline of a good game.
This is the Deadbolt. An FPV camera is mounted on the front and a tray is placed on the roof rack. A piece of chicken is placed in the bait tray.
My advantage is that Sparky gets skittish when Deadbolt is coming at him and the Deadbolt can drive under a couch to be safe.
For the first time in decades, I find myself with no plans for New Year’s Eve. The party hosts are Covid-positive, but not ill. It would not have been hard to come up with an alternate plan, but hanging out with Sparky felt like the right move.
Sparky has a Carhartt jacket for Winter.
I’ve had to use a Martingale collar for him because his head is so small, he slips out of a regular collar. He’s a good pup, so a little tug is enough to get him back on track. The big problem was when he is up against his instincts. When he sees a new dog, he’s excited to go investigate.
A couple of days ago, I wrote about the TV show, Alone. Sparky likes it too. He doesn’t usually care much about TV, but in the later seasons, there are enough bears, wolves and other large animals to get his attention. They usually play up the sounds of cougars, wolves and bears. That always get his attention.
When I was at the gym yesterday, one of the TV’s kept playing those ASPCA commercials. I was telling Sparky about how sad those dogs looked in the commercial.
Sparky enjoys novel experiences. Well, I think he does, who knows? He still runs like mad when we play “Chase the Moose” with the Maxx. For all I know, he thinks Mr. Moose is being kidnapped. With Winter coming, we need an alternative. In snow, the Maxx breaks traction, spins around and is no challenge. Sparky grabs Mr. Moose, and drags the RC car back to the deck. On wet grass, we are evenly matched.
Like a magician, Sparky never reveals how he does his tricks.
The fire had burned down in the wood stove, so this morning it was 65o . I put a sweater on him until the fire could be stoked back up. By the time I’d taken my shower, he was out of it.
Getting him into the sweater was like stuffing a sausage, I can’t imagine how he managed to take it off.
Joanne got Sparky some gifts for Thanksgiving. Here’s Sparky wearing the sweater he needed when we were camping in Fargo.