I have a blog because I got a dog. Sparky is a great dog and I can go on about him. I have a blog so I can write about having a dog without boring everyone to death. I can’t imagine how a mundane article like this gets column space in the Wall Street Journal, but of course I read it.
I am not now, nor have I ever been, a dog person. One of my earliest memories of a dog is from when I was around 5 years old and a neighbor’s golden retriever knocked me face-first into the concrete.
I underestimated my sneaky puppy. This morning, I posted about Sparky being a picky eater, but he’s way beyond that. Before taking Sparky out for his evening walk, I saw this.
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.
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?
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