Nothing special, just Sparky screwing around in the yard.

Little piglet is enjoying the first fire of the season.

It’s not worth having a fire if the outside temperature is above 45^o F outside.  This morning, it was 44^o and raining.  It may warm up, but the rain makes it feel colder and I have to go out occasionally to check on the creek headwall.  Also, the first burn has a smell as dust burns off of the stove, so it’s best to crack the patio door.

The inside temperature is 75^o, so Sparky could flop anywhere in comfort.  He likes the fire, and occasionally, like in the photo, does a half-wavelength tail wag.  If Sparky ever learns to speak English, I’d like to ask him why.  A floor wag can’t be comfortable. 

Dog behaviorists say that dogs wag their tails to signal their emotional state to other members of the pack.  Maybe, but why wag when nobody is around?  A person, alone, doesn’t laugh or smile nearly as much if something funny happens.

My theory is that God made dogs automatically wag their tails when they are content to keep them aware of the good times.  Dogs can’t count.  They see one or none.  If there is one food, then eat it.  If there is one rabbit, then chase it.  Dogs can’t count, so they can’t count their blessings.

People can choose to only acknowledge the dreary or irritating events in life.  If a person gets out of the car at Aldi, and a stranger offers them a cart, that’s a minor blessing.  The person can choose to see the stranger as too lazy to walk back to get their quarter, or as an unsolicited kindness.  People can choose to count their blessings or harbor a grudge against the universe. 

Dogs brains are not wired like that.  I don’t know how they work.  Maybe if Sparky hears thunder, he thinks, “yeah, this sucks, but my butt muscles are sore from all that tail wagging, so it’s been a pretty good day.”

Sparky is frightened of thunderstorms, so it was a rough night for me.  Around 4 am, Sparky’s vigorous panting roused me from sleep.  I am a deep sleeper, but once awake, don’t usually go back to sleep.  It was murder trying to get moving. 

Sparky just told me that he’s not afraid of thunderstorms, but gets very alert just in case I need his assistance.  He says that’s why he always needs to piss during thunderstorms.  Sparky says he doesn’t piss from fear, but since urine is an electrolyte.  He wants to be less electrically conductive.  I told him that with the transmission towers, we are shielded from lightning strikes, but he is skeptical.

Bugs Bunny taught me that “music soothes the savage beast”, so I played Ultra-Lounge Volume 17 to mask the sound of thunder.  As Sparky patrolled the house, I learned that I needed more Les Baxter in my life.  I got to work on that until Sparky eventually relaxed.  I did go back to sleep for a bit, but Sparky has been sleeping, on and off, ever since.

When Sparky first moved in, his dream barks were the only indication that he could bark.  It’s usually only when he’s napping, not when he’s down for the night.  When he naps, Sparky is about 80% asleep, and retains some situational awareness.  It’s hard to video him because he gets more alert if I get up or the TV volume is turned down.

When I brought Sparky home after my surgery, his dream barks were troubled and whimpery for a couple of days.  I hate to see him suffer, but it is nice to know that he cares.