Helper Hounds: Sparky Helps Mary Make Friends

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You’d think the lady who fed my mom would’ve been happy when my brothers sisters and I came along But she wasn’t Since our dad was a roaming Border Collie from two farms over and not a prize-winning Bernese Mountain Dog Mom’s lady sneered at us She called us mutts and mongrels She never even pet us Not that I remember As soon as we were ready which meant as soon as we were munching on puppy food and drinking water and sleeping away from Mom the lady sent us all away Normally she made people pay lots and lots of money for Mom’s fancy puppies but since we were worthless mutts she gave us to whomever would take us For free My first family only kept me for a couple of weeks Today I’m a champ at pooping and peeing in the yard That little corner behind the garage is my favorite spot It’s a fun surprise for 5