That’s something that was supposed to be theoretically impossible. A beagle looking wistfully out the window while a bowl of food is right there.
Category: Sparky (Page 49 of 51)
After the refrigerator delivery, I thought Sparky might be racist, and this didn’t help
While I was log splitting, I was listening to Ice Cube on Joe Rogan’s podcast. They were talking about the movie, Friday. that Cube wrote and starred in. I hadn’t seen it for a long time, so I’m watching it now. I forgot how funny it is. Every character seems like a real person who probably lived on his street when he was growing up. They are exaggerated versions, and all those events wouldn’t have happened in a single day, but it’s all plausible, funny shit.
Sparky can’t resist Mr. Moose, so I exploit his love to challenge his intellect.
It’s a full moon, so dogs gotta howl. Next time, we’ll wait until it gets dark.
This wasn’t a tactic in my battle of wits with Sparky. He went for a walkabout yesterday, so one can understand that it looks like I was trying to entice Sparky into being happier at home. He is happy here, I’ve just been meaning to slice up a ham I had in the freezer, vacuum pack the ham slices and boil the ham bone for future use, it’s all routine.
After the ham bone was boiled, I thought Sparky might have some use for it.
Sparky ran off yesterday. He doesn’t really run away, Sparky runs toward a objective, usually something stinky. When Sparky goes to ground, he would be impossible to find because he likes dense brush, briar patches and holes.
Sparky was adopted from an animal shelter, so I never want him to feel like he’s being dumped off somewhere. He has never said anything to make me think he’s got abandonment issues, but look at him. Have you ever seen a baby seal that is cuter or more pathetic?
I have a new refrigerator and my dog may be a racist. Sparky likes everyone, but the delivery guys don’t know that and shouldn’t take my word for it. As a courtesy, I had him in his crate. As soon as Maurice looked at him, Sparky started barking like a bunch of turkeys were taking a shit in his yard.
I can’t explain it. Sparky has met a couple of dozen friends and family since I’ve had him. In my house and elsewhere, while he was in his crate or roaming around, men and women, dressed up and casual, he has always been cool. Maurice has a dog, so maybe Sparky picked up the scent. Otherwise, Sparky may be a racist. He’s more than half black, so that makes it more troubling.