Category: Sparky (Page 47 of 51)

Now that I am a punkwad, I have come to the opinion that dogs and children should not be indulged, but should conform to the customs of the house.

Being two old guys, Sparky and I agree on a lot of things.  Sparky doesn’t sleep in my bedroom because I am indulging him, we both just sleep better knowing what the other fella is doing.

When Sparky slept in his crate, no matter what time I woke up, he’d be sitting at attention.  He’d come out of the box ready to frolic.  I am not a big morning frolicker.

Now, he sleeps in to give me time to shamble around with my coffee.  I got out of bed two hours ago and Sparky is sleeping past his 10 am breakfast.

He is such a good dog.

Sparky was feeling  cheated for giving up the dead squirrel.  He always intends to do the right thing, but he doesn’t see a dead squirrel as a moral question.  He needed his faith restored, so I took him for a car ride.

While we were out, he made a compelling case for picking up a rotisserie chicken.  After picking it up, the truck smelled great.  Sparky couldn’t stop talking about how much fun we’d have eating chicken when we got home.

Eating the chicken wasn’t as wonderful as Sparky had hoped.  Being a beagle, his idea of a good time is eating so much chicken, he vomits.  Then eating the vomit and taking a nap.  Instead, I gave him an amount equal to about 4 human bites with no greasy skin.

He found a squirrel in the brush, and pulled it out to show me.  After I told him to drop it, I got his WTF look.  To his credit, he did drop and abandon it when I spoiled his fun.

Now that we are back at the house, he is acting like I promised him something even better than a dead squirrel.  I’ll take him for a car ride to even the score.

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.

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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. 

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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.

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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.

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