Nicknames: Sparkles, Spark-O-Matic, Handsome little man, Spark
Gotcha Date: March 12th 2005
Birthday: January 23rd 2005
Likes: Playtime, sleeping in from of the fireplace and napping in the sun, sitting on Mom's lap, going for walks, giving kisses, sleeping with mommy, daddy, Tucker, Molly and Katie in the big bed
Pet-Peeves: Being told not to bark, Tucker being bossy and Molly and Katie bugging me, getting my nails trimmed
Favorite Toy: Gray Squirrel, anything stuffed that squeaks
Favorite Food: Chicken, Turkey, green beans, carrots and just about anything home cooked.
Favorite Walk: Around the neighborhood - he is an excellant walker! He stays right next to me and walks like a real gentleman.
Best Tricks: Sitting pretty and laying down for treats, rolling over for belly rubs, jumping and grabbing his leash. Generally looking very sweet and adorable!
Arrival Story: I answered an ad in the local newspaper about a mixed Chihuahua/Yorkshire Terrier puppy. When we got to the peoples house, here was this little tiny black puppy that immediately snuggled up in my neck and gave me a kiss. Enough said! He was going home with us.
Bio: Sparky is a wonderful little companion. Sweet, playful and can be a real handful. He loved his cat brother, Tony, who is now at the Bridge, and they got to be pretty good pals. His kitty sister Harley, isn't as friendly! He has gotten used to having a little brother and sisters and is usually very patient with them. He is happiest when he is with his human parents and works hard to please us. He listens so carefully and his ears always give him away. They are like little antanae. He loves to play fetch his toys and tug of war. He is a tough little guy - and thinks he is a much bigger dog. He is so good natured that he loves going to see his Vet and the vet techs. He actually smiles at them! He has gotten used to having two little sisters and he pretty much lets them get away with anything! Even biting on his legs and taking his toys! He is a real sweet natured little guy!
Update - On September 17, 2014 Sparky was in a quad accident with his sisters, Molly & Katie and his mom and her boyfriend. Sparky suffered a severely broken front leg. He spent the night in the emergency vet clinic where they cleaned up where the bone had come through the skin. And they splinted it and gave him pain meds. A couple days later our regular vet amputated that leg. It was an amazingly quick recovery for Sparky getting used to having 3 legs instead of 4. Unfortunately his luxating patella did not fare so well. He spent a few days on crate rest at the vet clinic when it popped out of joint and he couldn't stand or walk. The vet said it could be OK for a couple weeks or a couple years. He actually got almost exactly 2 years and 4 months on that bad knee. The other side was giving him problems too - it would pop in and out. The remaining front leg was also getting very weak. In the last six months he developed dementia which made sleeping very difficult for him and for his family. It was heart wrenching - he would cry and whine and scratch at the crate door. He was also having some potty issues - going in the crate and accidents inside. He never did that - was always very good about going outside or in an emergency on the potty pads his sisters use. The vet said that the only way to manage what he was going through was more drugs. that did not seem like a very happy life for him to me. So on January 16, 2017 at noon Sparky went to the Rainbow Bridge. He is now out of pain and is no longer confused and scared at night. How much he is missed cannot be explained. He was my Number 1 - first puppy I ever raised. He survived my learning the ropes! He was a very sweet boy and very, very smart. He is now whole and happy and waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
I left behind a very sad mom. We were together until I passed over the bridge. She asked me for one last kiss and I was happy to give her one. Then we cuddled for a while. The doctor came back in and mom kept her hands on me as I gently passed over. Her tears fell on my face, but I didn't mind. I wish she wasn't sad and that I didn't have to leave her.
My little legs just couldn't hold out any longer. Without a lot of pain medicine, I just could barely walk. And I was having such horrible nights. I couldn't sleep. I cried and whined and barked and even wet my crate which I hated. The nice Doctor vet said that I had dementia and that was what was making me so sad in the night time. The only option was even more medicine. Mom did not think that was a good way for me to live.
My mom misses me so much and it's only been a day. But she knows I am whole and happy and running and playing with all my pals that have gone before me. And that I am watching over her and will be waiting for her to join me one day.
I opened my mom's heart to love again. I took a little piece of her heart with me, but she told me that was OK. I will live in her heart forever.
So don't be too sad, mom. It's really nice up here. I am with some really good pals - Nikki, Bo, Tinker Bell . . and a lot of others that left their mom's too soon as well. We are all happy here.
Wow, it's been such a long time since mom updated my diary for me. this is a special day for me - I am 7 years old today. that sounds pretty darned old, but mom says I am still young and not to worry about a silly number!
I am hoping for a little ice cream treat tonight to celebrate my birthday. Maybe I'll get to go get it with mom? that would be fun! It's been so wet and windy and cold lately, that we don't get outside as much as I'd like. Well, to be perfectly honest, I tend to stick my nose out the door and then go right back inside! who wants to potty in the wet and wind? Not me!
So I'm off to celebrate by taking an all day nap! BOL
We don't really celebrate this anniversary, but mom keeps track of it of course - it's 4 years today that mom and dad brought me home. She says she still remembers how excited she was to have me and how scared she was to raise a puppy. See she'd never done that before and she wanted to make sure she did it right. I'm not complaining - I think she did a great job! I'm a pretty happy guy most of the time and I love my mom and dad a lot. Even when she says I am "chunky" and need to cut back on the kibble a bit. Shucks mom - just more of me to love! and more to keep you warm at night too!
So she's been looking at my puppy pictures today and remembering all those fun times - like trying to teach me to use a potty pad (never worked!) and learning to walk on a leash (which I do great!) and trying to teach me to come when I was called (sometimes I do that if I feel like it) and the first time I ever barked! Now I bark way too much she says - but I have learned what Quiet means and listen most of the time. Then there are the things that I taught her - sleeping in mom's bed is way better than that dumb crate! who's bright idea was that anyway? Didn't last long, did it mom!?! And how to play fetch and which toys are the very best to get me. And that bringing home puppies was not the way to make me happier! It's OK now though - I really do love my siblings - most of the time anyway. So it's been a great four years! I'm sure glad you found me mom!