Sparky just had his annual checkup. He’s a little fat and is going to start taking Credelio. That’s the chewable tick killer.
Category: Sparky (Page 49 of 55)
Sparky’s self-support in evaluating and addressing his own emotional needs, is admirable.
Late last night, a big thunderstorm came through. It was enough to wake me up and notice the bright lightning. I heard Sparky licking his chops and smacking his lips, like Moms Mabley. That’s typical, so I went back to sleep.
This morning, I found him sleeping in my closet. Sparky has never done this before, and there is no concern that he will want to sleep with my dirty laundry every night. He is such an adorable little pup, I’m happy that he has a refuge from thunderstorms.
After we had breakfast, I explained that the tower for the high-voltage power lines would act to neutralize much of the electrical potential between the ground and the storm clouds. If there was a lightning strike, it would hit the 100 ft tower or the cable running along the tops of the towers. We had little to fear from lightning.
Sparky took umbrage at my suggestion that he was afraid of thunderstorms. He reminded me that, just yesterday, he had barked ferociously while running down a rabbit. Nature was no threat to him.
Sparky said that he was afraid that I might be startled by the thunder, roll out of bed, and squash him flat. I let him know that if he was calling me fat, we could cut out the fortnightly rotisserie chicken. Sparky changed the subject by asking if we could invent rotisserie rabbit.
Sparky thinks he is a mighty hunter. He really just likes chasing rabbits. Sparky is my little Nimrod because he can be clueless.
Sparky has to solve a puzzle.
Old dogs can learn new tricks, but are cunning enough to play dumb. Sometimes, they slip up.
For once, Sparky listened to me when I told him that I see a rabbit. I let him off the leash to chase it. He ran into the woods, and barked occasionally to let me know it was going well. Sparky was never in any danger of catching it.
Sparky is proud of his tracking and stalking skills, even though all he’s caught so far is a baby chipmunk and a raccoon tail. When he started leading me along our woodland path, he was promoted to Master Scout in the KISS Army.
Sparky takes me for a walk.
Sparky took a dump, and for that, I am thankful. He thought that completed his objectives for the day.