You can't tell from the picture, but he was a liver-spotted, (brown) Dal. He had one blue eye and one greenish brown. He was very friendly, loyal, loved kids and adults, and very smart.
All good things.
Unfortunately, he definitely needed more training than we were able to give and because of this was endlessly getting into trouble.
Think-ADD dog style!
He respected my husband and I and we were certainly the head of the pack, but he thought he was next in line and would not listen or obey ANYONE else. If we were in the kitchen he would never take something from the counter or get into the garbage, but- if we weren't?
All bets were off. He would take sandwich's right out of the kid's hands!
Sparky was a puppy for about eight years. Seriously. He would cry when we would go to bed and leave him. We couldn't allow him into our bedrooms because he would chew or get into something-this went on for years!
Tomorrow I will tell you the story of how he ended up with three legs-do not eat while you are reading.