Oh You Lucky Dog
Roughly eleven years ago we went to the local pound to get a dog. The guy who was working the pound told us we didn’t want a pound dog because the dogs become pound dogs not dogs for families. He happened to know of a family who was big into taking in strays and they had hit the wall. If we hung out for 10 minutes or so, he’d call them and have them bring the dog over. He said he was a sweet dog and they didn’t want him to be a pound dog. We waited.
The dog’s name was Fred which was probably a sign. The kids jumped all over him and he didn’t seem to mind so we adopted him and changed his name to Lucky. Fred and I wanted to call him Hoover, after the vacuum, but we lost out. 3 against 2, the odds were not in our favor.
Lucky was infested with fleas and had heart worm and all those good things. He ran away, he had to be neutered, he was hyper, and puked all over the house but we fixed him up and he became part of the family. Always a sweet dog and very needy but all and all a happy guy.
The last 6 months Lucky has been slowing down. Tonight we had to put him to sleep. We all went. It was one of the toughest things I have ever had to do. Although it was the right thing to do, it was really sad. Lucky will be missed. Not only was he a really sweet dog, he was a truly lucky dog.