More proof that Sparky’s memory is better than mine.

Listen, I have a pretty good memory at times. Other times? Not so much. For instance, you know when Kroger’s switches around all their food just to mess with us?*

* I know why they do it. Studies show it makes us go to sections we don’t normally go to.**

** Studies are stupid.

Anywho, they switched stuff around months ago and I still can’t find my Bumble Bee Sardines in Mustard Sauce. On a related note, Bumble Bee Sardines in Mustard Sauce on Town House crackers are spectacular.

Other examples of my forgetfulness include the following:

• The other night I went to bed, watched TV for awhile, then turned it off. It was then I heard an odd noise. I got up to investigate, only to find I’d left the faucet running in the bathroom. Good Lord.
• I once ran into a girl in Columbus I didn’t recognize, only to find out we’d dated for 2-months in college. I actually wrote about it in a blog entitled Getting Lost Down Memory Lane. Embarrassing, man.

There are many more examples I could give you, and a slew couple of my exes will tell you I only focus on things important to me, and everything else vanishes from my brain like a cockroach when the light comes on. Does that mean I’m a little selfish? Maybe.

Probably?

Which brings me to my beloved companion, my loyal sidekick, yes, my best friend, Sparky. I’m telling you this dog forgets nothing. Ever. Once he sees something it is locked into his brain forever, man.

Here’s the latest example:

Probably 3-years ago, right after I got him, I pulled onto a road near my home. As he often does, Sparky was standing on the passenger seat with his head out the window. It’s a narrow road and as I drove a car was coming in the other direction, forcing me to keep a wide berth. At that point a big bush alongside the road brushed the car and the driver side mirror, scaring the bejesus out of the Spark.

Since that day 3-years ago I’ve probably driven that same road with Sparky maybe 3-4 times, including yesterday. And every time I approach that spot, Sparky hits the floorboard until we pass the bush. Every single time. Yesterday was the first time I’d gone by it in months, and once again he jumped to the floor.

Amazing really. I only wish I had the total recall of the Spark. But perhaps I have a special appreciation for it because I’ve stubbed my toe on the same coffee table once a week for the past year and a half.

I always knew dogs were intelligent, but I never knew how intelligent until Sparky came along. Hell, he saved my life at least once already. And I swear that 100-years from now we’ll know things about the intelligence of dogs, and animals in general, that we had no idea existed.

Sparky, man. Even after 3-years he continues to surprise me.