
Winter is tough on Sparky. He makes the best of it, sticking his snout in the snow looking for mice or walking around with a frozen turd in his mouth like Triumph the Insult Dog. To throw him a bone, I took him along for my hair cut appointment.
Anita has been cutting my hair for thirty years, and everybody at the shop likes Sparky. He gets a lot of attention, and was exhausted.






