A Dog Tale (longish)
SparkyÃ¢ÂÂs dam was an Australian Shepherd, sire a wandering Casanova, ancestry unknown, though judging by SparkyÃ¢ÂÂs personality and intelligence, there is some Jackass Russell Terrorist DNA present.
He and his litter-mates were born in the Outback during a late spring snowstorm. Mama made a nest for them in the snow.
Their owner had issues and went off his meds and on a rampage. There being no Mental Health facilities in this neck of the woods, the County Jail is the Ã¢ÂÂMental HealthÃ¢ÂÂ Facility. Sherriff deputies came and took him away. As usual, they didnÃ¢ÂÂt notify Animal Control of animals left behind. People living in the same area knew of the adult dogs and came to take care of them, but it took a few more days before the pups were discovered.
The pups, think 4 or 5 of them, ended up at the feed-store. Such personable dogs they were and nice looking, they found homes very quickly, Sparky was the only one not spoken for and the Easter Holiday arrived, feed Store closed. Joann took him home, temporarily, of course, just for the weekend.
Skeeter, the McNab old girl, did not cotton to pups, so of course, he could only be a temporary guest, Joann made that clear.
Like all famous last words, that wasnÃ¢ÂÂt the last word. Skeeter took one look at Sparky and very strongly asserted Ã¢ÂÂThatÃ¢ÂÂs MY dog!Ã¢ÂÂ She immediately took over to teach him all her vast knowledge how to be a dog.
He did learn fast. House-trained in no time, his weakness was food, likely because of the very deprived start he had in life.
Sparky literally ate everything, chewed and swallowed before even asking: Ã¢ÂÂis it edible?Ã¢ÂÂ Cardboard and paper, string, rocks, clothing items, no matter, if it fit into his mouth heÃ¢ÂÂd eat it, too big? Well, chew pieces off. Once he was caught with a razor-blade in his mouth.
First command he learned: Ã¢ÂÂLeave itÃ¢ÂÂ. It stuck and heÃ¢ÂÂs very good dropping whatever it is. The command expanded to include messing with people who donÃ¢ÂÂt want to be messed with, cats who donÃ¢ÂÂt want to be chased and everything between. Good command to start a pup on. Next was Ã¢ÂÂCome byÃ¢ÂÂ, rewarded with a treat, now not all the time, but he expects it anyway. Sparky always has high hopes, incurable optimist, , though we try not to let him get his way all the time, heÃ¢ÂÂs too damn cute for his own good.
When JoannÃ¢ÂÂs partner was so very ill, dying and in pain, Sparky went over to the sofa and gently gave Ron
a gift: his favorite toy.
He is a good house-guest, even though he expects something whenever I put my hand in my pocket, hoping the pocket is loaded.