
He's back. Yes, I mean Spanky. Long story short - this little cutie pants came into our home just before we went on our cruise. My friend called and asked if I wanted him, that he followed her son home from school. She had 5 dogs of her own, so I went and got him. We named him Spanky. Then, a week and a half later we went on vacation and he spent some time with Chris and Kelly and their two dogs. He acted up while there. See, he's not been neutered (soon to change), so he humps and pees and poops all over everything. So, we get back from vacation, and two weeks later we had a yard sale. Spanky had used the potty all over my house, and we decided to find a good home for him. Plus, he and Bagel were having relations every chance they could. So, this nice couple took him home. That was a month ago. I was sad, but I figured they would take good care of him. Didn't get their names, numbers, anything, but my tag with his name and my number was still around his neck. Fastforward to this past Thursday. I get a call from a lady in Beech Bluff (LONG way from my house, but still in Jackson), and she asks if I have a black and white dog. I panic thinking it's Darcy, but then I realized it was Spanky. So Clint said to go get him and I went and got him. I'm not sure if those other people put him out or he ran away. I haven't seen where he's been reported missing, so I suppose he's here to stay. He has an appointment to get his manhood removed on Monday. I guess it's God's will for Spanky to live with us!

