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.
Category: Sparky (Page 44 of 52)
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.
Sparky and I went out for our morning coffee. He thought it was appropriate to take a dump eight feet from my coffee break bench. I think he was up wind.
Here is the area that Sparky could have chosen to do his dirty business if he had any consideration for others.
Sparky saw a Snoop Dogg video on Youtube, and wanted to make a video. This is as close as we could get.
I probably shouldn’t leave Youtube on when I leave the house.
Sparky shunned Mr. Moose, and decided to play with an acorn.
Google says that dogs shouldn’t eat acorns, but dogs aren’t supposed to eat grapes either. As previously mentioned, Sparky eats rotten garbage he finds in the woods without issue. Sparky’s an adult, so I leave it to his discretion. That’s how resilience is encouraged.
Sparky is not a clumsy dog, so watching him move is interesting to me. I also like his facial expressions and whimsical ears. Most of it is slowed down to one-fifth speed, with a Bela Fleck soundtrack.
I shouldn’t have fed Sparky after midnight.
Sparky was being very patient as I worked on the bridge wall. Well, that’s what I thought.
My slender little mutt, the day I picked him up from the Friendship Animal Protective League in Elyria.
In an early post on this blog, I described the process of getting a dog.
The TV show, Star Trek: Enterprise convinced me to get a beagle. A news article about 42 beagles getting rescued from a house in Lakewood got me motivated to go to the pound.
Sparky was not one of that lot, but after a news report like that, it’s hard not to wonder how that situation came to be.
Danny and Kenzie’s wedding was officiated by a Lakewood judge who is a friend of her family. We got to talking, and she told me that she was presided over that case. She explained what happened.
Sparky may have a wandering eye. Not in the Bill Clinton, man-whore, way. The dog pound cut his nuts off before they handed him over. I mean in the amblyopia way I recall from those after-school specials they used to have on TV. The kid with the lazy eye gets picked on until his mom takes him to the doctor. He still gets picked on because he has to wear an eye patch. A kind Art teacher makes him a pirate eye patch and he becomes popular on the playground.
Last night, Sparky explained the spirit animal business.