Category: Sparky (Page 5 of 40)

Sparky is sleeping like a little baby Jesus.

For Christmas Eve, we went down to Aunt Joanne’s Fun House.  Poor fella, he didn’t get to goof around very much.  Sparky spent the whole time working the crowd.

Sparky is very conscientious, but when we are blanketed with snow, he practices festival pooping.  When the snow melts, it’s a mine field.  The snow is gone, but it’s 22^o and sunny.  Cleaning up his debris is as easy as picking up golf balls at a driving range.

Sparky is baffled by my actions.  To him, every frozen turd is a friend he hasn’t met yet.

This is how Sparky sees himself when he’s got a frozen turd in his mouth.

This is what it’s really like.

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Sparky was just being dramatic.  All he really wanted was for me to throw a frozen meatball in to the snack pit.

Sparky says that I’m spending too much time online.  He’s afraid that I’m getting radicalized, and should go outside and touch grass.

Sparky is trying to use automatic mind control to assert his will.

Winter is tough on Sparky.  He makes the best of it, sticking his snout in the snow looking for mice or walking around with a frozen turd in his mouth like Triumph the Insult Dog.  To throw him a bone, I took him along for my hair cut appointment.

Anita has been cutting my hair for thirty years, and everybody at the shop likes Sparky.  He gets a lot of attention, and was exhausted.

We finally have a sunny day, so here is security cam footage of Sparky taking his first piss of the day.   It’s 8:30 am and 14^o , so under watchful eyes, Sparky is on his own.