Sparky still hasn’t lost his wolfy roots. The neighbor’s dog, maybe a 1000 ft away, was barking, so Sparky had to set him straight. He was howling like a bad-ass.
It was good to see because Sparky hasn’t said much of anything in the three weeks I’ve had him. I was wondering if he had some kind of operation. When I brushed him or rubbed his belly, he’d occasionally make a low, contented sound, almost like purring. I sure wasn’t going to try to get him to bark.