Sparky The Terrier, A Fine Good Boy

However, after a few days of coming home to an empty house, she stopped by the local animal shelter, just to take a look.

Several weeks before this happened the animal control people had found a mother dog and 3 puppies in an alley. They captured the puppies, but the mother dog was killed by a passing car.

The shelter people had worked with the puppies and the 2 little girls were soon adopted by families, but no one wanted the boy.

He barked and growled when ever anyone looked at him and he even tried to bite one of the attendants.

The day Mrs. Brown came to look was to be this puppy's last day.

Mrs. Brown walked slowly by all the pens. There were dogs of every description, shape and size. At last she came to the last pen.

Huddled in the corner was the bad little puppy. Mrs. Brown asked why that little puppy was in the last pen. She knew the the last pen always held the dogs who could no longer be kept and would be put down.

The attendant walking with her told her about how the puppy was found and what happened to it's mother. Then he told her about how the pup didn't like people and that it would be better to put it to sleep than try to find a proper home to place it in.

Mrs. Brown felt very bad for the puppy. She asked the attendant to let her in to see it.

He thought she was just acting out of sympathy, but when they went into the cage and she crouched down, reaching for the pup, and the pup looked up at her face, even the attendant saw something.

The pup looked into Mrs. Brown's eyes and saw the sorrow and sadness there and instead of trying to bite her, he licked her hand.

"What breed do you think he is" Mrs. Brown asked. "He looks like a Fox Terrier to me."

"Yes, that's what we think, too. Not a wirehaired one though, a smooth" replied the attendant.

Mrs. Brown paid for the pup's medical bills and license and took him home. She soon began to think she had lost her mind!