Today my oldest and best buddy turned 10, and while a lot has happened since we’ve joined forces, it still seems just a short period of time.
Sparky was Mom’s best buddy before he was mine. They went everywhere together and Mom had a small sort of box seat that he could ride in and look out the window.
He’s paranoid… sorta like a horse; a scrap of paper tossed by the wind will spook him, and he’s so acclimatize to thunderstorms that he’ll start shaking when he hears that pre-storm static on the AM radio.
I attribute this to his having the smallest bladder. He does this by putting his front paws on my face and licking any exposed skin.
Hard Impossible to ignore.
Like most dogs, especially small breeds, Sparky cannot leave or enter the house without turning in tight circles like a rodeo horse… any and all excitement is expressed in this way. Chow call, treats, walks, car trip…. any time I put on a jacket or my cap.
All those are cues for Cooper to start “talking” loudly as Aussies do (“Roowar, rawr, rawr” ), and Jack to start madly running around, like terriers do.
Early mornings here at the Southern Command are not born in quiet dignity.
Mom and Sparky made quite a pair… I marveled at how a four and a half-pound dog could control a grown woman.
They invariably think he’s a girl—guys are just not that cute. He always gets a treat and once I got a phone number.
Actually, he’s gotten pretty crotchety as a seasoned citizen, and if really annoyed (usually by me or Cooper) he’ll growl and bite.
We have so much in common.
A few years ago Spark developed a thyroid condition which causes him to blow most of his coat when the condition flares up. Hypothyroidism is well controlled by daily meds; and we both have one of those daily plastic pill boxes, he actually thinks his contains some sort of treat.
When a major flood hit town a few years ago Sparky and I jumped in the truck and began taking pix of the receding waters which caused some $20 million damage in the county. The high-water mark on the historic train depot –the building in the photo below—was about three and a half feet high.
I’ve learned so much from Sparky and Trip and Coop and Jack; I try to emulate their best attributes, and since they have no bad intent about anything, I couldn’t have better role models.
And… he reminds me when it’s time to stop and smell the roses.