My Old Man had a Jack Russell that nailed the grand old age of 17... Sparky was his name...
Honestly, a real terror of a hound... but a damned lovable one at that...
He got his name, first night at home. We were staying on a farm here in South Africa, and the little (as yet unnamed) snot slept next the bed on my
dad's side. Around midnight, I hear the whelp screaming blue murder from the other side of the house. Everything is in chaos... Everyone thinking that
a snake's made its way into the house and bitten the pupper... My dad, still half-asleep, flicks the switch on his bedside lamp, and nothing...
Turns out the little guy nibbled on the cable for the lamp and it was the electricity that bit him, and not a snake...
From that moment, his name was Sparky.
And man, could he swim. You jump in the pool, not 5 seconds behind you was sparky. And he would steam up and down for a half-hour easy, like a
destroyer hunting U-boats in the Atlantic Theatre (luckily he never dropped any depth-charges!). One time he decided my eyebrow piercing wasn't too
good looking and kindly removed it from my face on one of his "ASW patrols"...
Also hated any sweeping movement on the floor... Swish your feet? a back and a bite. Brooms and mops were his mortal enemies 'til the last...
And a gut that you could time an atomic clock to. 10h00 every morning, was "tea-time"... 11h45, then he's call my dad to make sandwiches for us.
15h55, he'd start complaining like the grumpy old man he was for his 16h00 dinner. Every single day, without fail...
What a dog... my dad's best friend... they were inseparable...
I will never forget that call I received from Dad, asking me to take old Sparks for his "last visit to the vet"...
For all the departed four-legged friends in memoriam here, may we all meet one day on the other side of the rainbow bridge. I'll have a stick ready
for each one of you to fetch...
edit on 2-5-2019 by Havoc40k because: More content and fixing of failings...