Hi this is my first fanfic ever! I finally fixed it so everything isn't in bold anymore. Yay! Anyways, enjoy!

I am Sparky. I am a dog. I live with my master, Stan Marsh, in a South Park. I'm here for the soul purpose of taking care of my little master... Or at least I think so.

Some people say I'm not to smart, but I'm a dog that spends most my time alone, waiting for master to get back from a place called 'school'. What else do you expect from me? I'm also pretty smart for a dog, I learned most of the English language. There still are times when a human uses a long fancy word, and I just sit there completely lost. Like 'homosexual'. I hear that word a lot, but I have no idea what it means. People like to use this to describe me. What the fuck does it mean?

People also call me gay. I know what gay means- and it's true. I'm a gay dog. I like the pink scarf I wear- well, I really just like the scarf. I'm colorblind, but everyone says its pink so I'm going with it. I think rainbows are pretty, even if I have to squint to see them, because again, I'm colorblind... I also mate with other boy dogs... No shame.

I really never understood the terms 'gay' and 'straight'. I know what they mean, I just don't know why humans use them so much. Instead of saying 'gay couple' just say love. Love is love no matter who you are. There's a dog on my street who fell in love with her master- of corse her master is married so it wouldn't work out, but love is still love.

My master used to have a hard time understanding this. Little master is a sweetie, but he seemed anti gay the first few days I was with him. In the end he ended up excepting me. That's when we became friends.

I was adopted by Master when he was getting good grades, so his masters took him to the pound to pick out a dog... It's funny how master is supposed to be the powerful one, but even my master is controlled by three older masters. His parents and his sister are masters to my master. Well, he adopted me when I was two, I'm three now in human years.

I really don't know what breed I am, I was abandon by my stray parents at a young age because I was gay. Master says I'm half Doberman and half wolf, if that's true I must be one tough dog!.. Well that's why master picked me. Because I looked like the toughest dog. I like to pretend that I am, maybe I'm right.

I'm just glad master chose me. I'm the luckiest dog alive, given the gift of a happy family and loving master. Given the freedom to mate with whatever gender I want. My thank you for this gift is a promise. A promise that I'll stick with little master through thick and thin.

Author's notes: that was that. Please leave a review saying what you liked and what I should improve on. It would make me happy :)

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