Thank you for all the kind actions from the members here. I just thought I would share a few Sparky stories:
We lived in this tiny house where the carport was right outside the kitchen/dinning room. Every time we pulled into the carport he would be on the table barking. We would pull the chairs away from the table and he would somehow still get on the table. His short little Dauchsund legs were determined. We also had a crate for him. He figured out how to "fold" it up and get out. Once again he was determined.
When we first brought him home my daughter was 23 months old. She had a doll stroller. Sparky became her favorite passenger. He would just sit there and take whatever Felicia wanted to do.
He was my lap buddy, my best friend, my companion, my everything.
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