It's a sad day here. Just had to bury our old dog, Sparky. Looks like a car hit him sometime today, when we were all away. When we went away from home, he always liked to wait out in front by the gravel road for us to come back. Not sure how long he's been with me, but I think over 15 years. He was borne here I think before 2000, when I was still with my first wife. Mother was some kind of stock dog mix, father was just a brown mutt my SIL picked up somewhere. He didn't grow up with kids around, but when I re-married and my girls came along, they all got along great. Used to follow me everywhere I went around the farm, whether on a tractor or in the pickup, but this last year he slowed down a lot, only followed a little way, then wait for me to return. I'm gonna miss him.