Sparky says…

Sparky says: “Today we went on a BUS, more than one times. A BUS is a bit like THE CAR, but you don’t have a comfy den with a bowl of water and because Sparkys are not allowed on the chairs you can’t see out of the windows. And the BUS keeps going stop – hisssss – start, so Sparky hid under HIS chair and went shiver-shiver-shiver until we got off.

Sparky doesn’t like the BUS but if HE is with Sparky it will be OK and Sparky will try again another day.

Sparky says…

Sparky says:
“Today we did our usual quick walk with some Ball play, and I did a poo to please Him, so He was happy.
Then I went to play with some other dogs at “Number 10” while He took My Car away.
Later He came back with another Car, and I did not know who it was until He knocked the door of No.10. I knew it was someone at the door so I shouted to say “A Burglar is coming”, like I always do at home. Then I found it was Him and I was happy and We went Home and played Ball for ever so long in My Garden.
Later we went for our usual walk, play Ball, have a Poo near the collect-a poo-bin (Good Dog Sparky), hook up outside the Shop, go Home thing. It was a normal boring day, except for the “play with other doggies” bit.

Walks with my dog, the future.

Just to advise any followers of this thread that following veterinary advice long walks are suspended.
I will try to find similar short walks, but they will be described from Sparky’s viewpoint and will be tagged as “Sparky Says”

Sparky has already started giving his views on our life over the last few days. If I could understand how to use the new WordPress editor I would link the posts, but so far the method has eluded me.

I will ask Sparky for help. Sparky’s a clever dog. Meanwhile you will have to search my recent posts.

Organisation, Dog issues and wargaming

Yesterday I spent a lot of time installing shelving units to my shed, during which I dropped my best screwdriver into an inaccessible position.

After eventually detaching the magnet elements from an LED work light, I was able to attach them to a line of linen thread and retrieve the driver,

I then set to to mow the front grass area, during which Sparky managed to sprain his front right ankle.  One trip to the vet, a pain killer injection, a dose of pills for the next week, and a fifty quid bill later, he is jumping about like a young puppy, while I am supposed to keep him on bed rest.

And so back to the wargaming:  I started a confused solo tabletop urban battle this morning between elements of 1st and 4th Parachute Brigades of the British 1st Airborne Division and elements of 2nd SS Panzer Division and local forces in the Arnhem area.

The result, after 30 minutes game time and a morning’s gaming and documentation, hangs in the balance.

Sparky’s life

This is the first of the blog postings by my dog, Sparky.  He is a labrador/collie crossbreed and around three years old.  Since February, when we acquired him from the Dog’s Trust rehoming centre, he has been contributing his view of life on Facebook (under the guise of his master, Paul Wisken).

He has now asked me to include his posts in my blog.

“Sparky says:

HE is a rotter. Not a Rottweiler, but a simply a rotter.

HE hid My Ball.  HE said a lot of blah blah blah and then got out the noisy grass-chomping toy.  HE said “No Ball blah blah” and started to play with HIS toy.  I could smell My Ball but could not get to it.  I jumped up on the box where HE hid it, but it was all shut.

I tried and tried and HE made a “ha-ha-ha” noise.

After ever such a long time [reality check: about ten minutes] HE put away the noisy toy and found My Ball.

It was nice to have the Ball back but I want to tell the “Not-Just-For-Christmas” people that HE HID MY BALL and that is not what We agreed.  HE does not love Me.

Later HE took me out in the car and We went to a shop and bought tasty treats.  Maybe HE loves me again now.”

More from Sparky in the future.