Sparky

This past July 4^th, my family and I were catching the fireworks in our front lawn, during the evening. Luckily, fireworks are sold in the area of town we live in and we were enjoying other people’s light shows long after we ran out of our own supplies. All of a sudden, one of my brothers spotted a small dog by the mailbox, so he walked over and pick it up. It was a white shaggy dog but the collar it wore had no name or address. Since we didn’t see anyone to whom it may belong, we decided to take care of it.

My family is far from being canine-inclined, and the last dog I remembered us having was in Mexico when I was like 4 years old. It was a white pit bull that my older brothers used to fight. His name was Chafiras, and he never lost a fight, as far as I know. He was the king of the “barrio”. Upon moving to America, we were always amazed at the way Americans loved their dogs—dressing them up and stuff, allowing their dogs to lick them in the face, and allowing them to be in their lap while driving were all things we found… weird.

As the days turned into weeks, nobody claimed the dog. The dog was a he, and he looked expensive-looking and really cute. We decided to adopt the little guy and have bought him toys, treats, food, and even a puppy bed. Now, I see how dog nutrition and care is a billion dollar industry!

I looked at Google images and originally, I thought the dog was a wheaten Scottish Terrier. However, when we took him to the vet, they told us he was a miniature Schnauzer—a breed of German origin. Apparently, there is a lot of disagreement between American and German Kettle clubs, because white is not an original color of the breed, it may be a recessive trait or a mutation. Germans acknowledge the white breed, but Americans and Canadians do not since the white mini Schnauzers are disqualified from conformation shows. My family thinks they don’t allow white mini Schnauzers in conformation shows because it would be unfair to the other dogs! We decided to call the dog Sparky (not very original, but my little nephews liked it), the vet also told us he was only 5 months old. I have noticed he is a chick-magnet, something I don’t mind in the least! I have much to learn about owning a dog, hopefully, Sparky and I will have many adventures.