
AHJGRIOHVDJBSF I hate having to use my little bro's scanner. >__< It washed out all the light blues in the background, ah well. :/ Anyways. Let me give you a bit of history on this and why the dog is important. Because I feel like typing.
The Dog's name is Sparky. And... my online alias is Sparky... hmm... Coincidence? Not at all. She mas my dog for 12 years before her death; the best Labrador/Border Collie mix a kid could ever ask for. As the story goes, many many years ago before I was even in the fandom, my friends gave me the nickname of "Sparky." We had been having a group movie night and we were watching one of my personal favorites, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, while trying to figure out nicknames for all of each other. Now... when the group got to me, they were suck. And right about then, a part of the movie showed up where "Indiana" was actually the name of Indiana Jone's dog and he called himself that because of a fondness of the dog. I forget who yelled it, but someone shouted "SPARKY!! We'll nickname her after her dog, like Indy!!"
Thus I became Sparky and it stuck. Further years passed and Sparky dog up n' died, as dogs tend to do... One of the big drawbacks to dog ownership is that they don't live nearly as long as they should. The year she died, my dad dropped down a hefty sum for a sailboat which he named, you guessed it, Sparky. He asked me at the time if I could make some custom wine labels for the Sparky boat; something with the beloved canine on it. And so here is the label. I've got six bottles of his favorite wine to stick it on and give it to him for Christmas, because my dad is a BITCH to shop for and this is something I really wanted to do anyways... Sparky really was one of those once in a lifetime dogs. ;_; I still miss her... five years after her death...
The Dog's name is Sparky. And... my online alias is Sparky... hmm... Coincidence? Not at all. She mas my dog for 12 years before her death; the best Labrador/Border Collie mix a kid could ever ask for. As the story goes, many many years ago before I was even in the fandom, my friends gave me the nickname of "Sparky." We had been having a group movie night and we were watching one of my personal favorites, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, while trying to figure out nicknames for all of each other. Now... when the group got to me, they were suck. And right about then, a part of the movie showed up where "Indiana" was actually the name of Indiana Jone's dog and he called himself that because of a fondness of the dog. I forget who yelled it, but someone shouted "SPARKY!! We'll nickname her after her dog, like Indy!!"
Thus I became Sparky and it stuck. Further years passed and Sparky dog up n' died, as dogs tend to do... One of the big drawbacks to dog ownership is that they don't live nearly as long as they should. The year she died, my dad dropped down a hefty sum for a sailboat which he named, you guessed it, Sparky. He asked me at the time if I could make some custom wine labels for the Sparky boat; something with the beloved canine on it. And so here is the label. I've got six bottles of his favorite wine to stick it on and give it to him for Christmas, because my dad is a BITCH to shop for and this is something I really wanted to do anyways... Sparky really was one of those once in a lifetime dogs. ;_; I still miss her... five years after her death...
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I had a little rat terrier when I was young. He was an amazing dog, crazy smart, he'd do tricks at the snap of your fingers, he was real great at cheering you up too. He started getting cataracts in his eyes as he got older, but he could still hear perfectly. I never got to see him to his end though. Instead one day my older brother left the back gate open and he wandered out. Our neighbor tried to get him, but Bogie didn't know him well enough to trust him and so he just kept going.
I like to think someone picked him and gave him a good loving home to spend his old age in. Even now when I'm back in my parents' neighborhood I always turn my head and look at people walking their little dogs, thinking maybe, just maybe, I'll still find him.
I like to think someone picked him and gave him a good loving home to spend his old age in. Even now when I'm back in my parents' neighborhood I always turn my head and look at people walking their little dogs, thinking maybe, just maybe, I'll still find him.
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