More: Sparky was adopted from a prison pound in Atlanta. It was a kill shelter run by prisoners. He was a year old when we found him. Skinny and sick. He’s been incredible, and he still runs and jumps for balls like a teenager. Spencer was up for adoption at a Braves game in Atlanta. I wasn’t there. My son called and was begging for me to adopt him. He had been left at a vets office because he was bitten by a snake and his owners couldn’t take care of him. He was five months old. I said it was up to Sparky to decide if we could keep him. After three days of fostering, he was ours. They are like brothers who tolerate each other but don’t exactly love each other. They live in the New York area now, where they love to eat snow in the winter and chase ducks in the water any time. We live by the beach, but Spencer is afraid of the ocean. They love it when their dog daddy leaves town, and they can climb on all the furniture.