Go Sparky!

Kirby Weekend, shot #2. This time of year when the grass grew high, and we mowed a path for us to walk, this was the Sparky Curve. On evening walks, I would throw the tennis ball for Kirb at this spot, and he would get it, then run like a racehorse around this curve. Tom was especially vocal in urging him on: "Come on, Sparky!!!!" It was the only time we ever called him Sparky, but when he ran as hard as he could, leaning into that curve, what else would you call him but Sparky? Good thoughts of good ol' Kirb this weekend, his 15th anniversary of showing up.