| Bob Weaver 2024
I found a yellowed sheet of paper with scratches and a feeble poem written 25 years ago about a dog brought to our house for short term boarding. The man never came back for Sparks and we kept him until his death.
"Sparks is the laziest dog alive,
Not enough motion to go outside."
"His world is a fuzzy rug,
With wistful eyes, he's a lazy thug."
"Digging hard and digging deep,
He digs by the hour with his scratching feet".
"He blinks his eyes at the spoken word,
Cries to correct him go unheard."
"With Purina Dog Chow and cool spring water,
Sparks is content while we all try harder."
He loved him anyway and kindly buried him in our pet cemetery at Hur, with all our loyal animals from these past 80 years. | 
