Sparky wants to be an Ewok for Halloween. He is still pissed about The Acolyte, so wanted to do a costume homage to a time when Star Wars was good. He doesn’t have the face for it, but I made him a costume and took some head shots for his portfolio.
Category: Sparky (Page 9 of 18)
When I previewed this post, the volume was up, so Sparky came running. Now he’s on my lap, trying to type so you give his side of the story.
This is why I can’t get anything done. Sparky enjoys novel experiences and I am loaded with dumb ideas.
Before putting the RC cars away after the East Harbor State Park trip, I wanted to try walking the dog with the Land Rover. Sparky automatically knew what to do.
This is our first attempt. I had more trouble shooting video while driving, than Sparky had figuring out what he was supposed to do. Sparky likes RC cars. He chases the MAXX to get Mr. Moose, and steals treats from the Deadbolt.
He had no problem with the Land Rover taking him for a walk. He didn’t pull, fight or try to take charge. I drove across the creek and up the hill. Trying to turn back down the hill, the Rover rolled. Sparky wasn’t bothered, he took that as an opportunity to take a dump.
I really don’t mind not getting anything done.
This video is shot with a Go-Pro type camera that isn’t great in low light, but I was so impressed with Sparky’s meticulous search for a bunny that wasn’t there, I decided to use it.
Jack Reacher was impressed enough to provide commentary.
On our camping trips, I don’t dawdle when it’s time to leave. Wake up, pack up, and hit the road. Sparky is adaptable, but prefers the unstructured leisure of mornings at home.
We left East Harbor State Park before 8 am. Sparky wants to be a good wingman, but the early hour was taking a toll.
Now that we are home, Sparky says that he blinked when I took the photo. When I reminded him that he looked like that for 10 minutes, Sparky says he was trying to remember if 269 South went right to Route 2.
Maybe he was. Once we got on Route 2, he took a proper nap.
When we got on the turnpike, he tried to hypnotize me until we got to the next exit. Sparky says he was trying to get me to stop taking pictures while we drive.
Once we got on I-480, he assumed his typical car-ride demeanor.
Since I was still taking pictures and Sparky was no longer trying to hypnotize me, his stated objective is in doubt. While we were on the turnpike, I suspect Sparky was trying to compel me to stop at Sheetz at Lear Nagle and Lorain, to pick up a Slim Jim.
We had done that on the way out to East Harbor, and Sparky had enjoyed the experience.
Sparky and I went out for our morning coffee. He thought it was appropriate to take a dump eight feet from my coffee break bench. I think he was up wind.
Here is the area that Sparky could have chosen to do his dirty business if he had any consideration for others.
Sparky saw a Snoop Dogg video on Youtube, and wanted to make a video. This is as close as we could get.
I probably shouldn’t leave Youtube on when I leave the house.
Sparky shunned Mr. Moose, and decided to play with an acorn.
Google says that dogs shouldn’t eat acorns, but dogs aren’t supposed to eat grapes either. As previously mentioned, Sparky eats rotten garbage he finds in the woods without issue. Sparky’s an adult, so I leave it to his discretion. That’s how resilience is encouraged.
Sparky is not a clumsy dog, so watching him move is interesting to me. I also like his facial expressions and whimsical ears. Most of it is slowed down to one-fifth speed, with a Bela Fleck soundtrack.
I shouldn’t have fed Sparky after midnight.
Sparky was being very patient as I worked on the bridge wall. Well, that’s what I thought.
When we built the stacked-bag wall yesterday, we hosed it down, but not so much that the paper bags fell apart. Every morning and evening, I will hose down the wall, with the hope that more of the concrete will get wet enough to cure. At some point, it will rain, and we will see what happens.
I like to bring Sparky along for outdoor projects. He keeps the rabbits and coyotes away so I don’t have to worry. I do have to watch that he doesn’t wander too far, but this time, for the 45 minutes it took for me to water the rocks, he sat patiently.
I hopped on the quad and started up the hill, but Sparky didn’t follow along. He’s pretty good about following the quad if he isn’t working on his own project.
I went back to check on him. See the problem?
It’s a mystery how he can get his leash stuck so easily.
Sparky was perturbed after being stuck for so long. There is disappointment in those eyes. I think Sparky bears some responsibility for not giving some indication that he was stuck, and I told him so. He remembered that he doesn’t speak English, so was unpersuaded.