I post these Sparky-watches-me-cut-the-grass photos too often, but it’s impressive that Sparky knows what to do.  It’s completely counter to his natural instincts. 

Sparky likes to sniff around, chase rabbits or talk to people.  That’s what he does when we go outside.  When I cut the grass, Sparky sits there watching me mow.   He doesn’t lay down, wander off or get too close.  It’s abnormal.

My working theory is that Sparky likes to be included and he knows that I have to cut the grass, so he isn’t going to do anything stupid to get booted off of the team.

I left Sparky in the truck as I ran into the grocery store real quick. 

To be honest, Sparky was probably smiling at everybody who walked by, but I like to think he was waiting for me to come back.

We went to Menards to pick up a couple of pieces of aspen wood for the headboard.  I was being nice by picking up a bag of dog treats for Sparky.

Sparky made gagging sounds and said, “thunder chicken chow?  bleh!”

I guess a thunder chicken is a turkey.  The irony is if that if Sparky found turkey shit in the woods, he’d probably slurp it up like a jello shot.  Probably.  He really likes goose shit.

These treats are from Blue Buffalo, so they aren’t cheap.  Sparky is going to keep getting these until he comes around or refuses treats.

It’s a thunderstorm, so Sparky is sticking with me.  He stays within 2 feet of me without regard for decorum or our customary regard for privacy.