Wednesday, March 21, 2012

About A Dog Named Lucky

Starving and out of his mind, Lucky was saved from a closet in an abandoned house in New Orleans.  Rescuers were about to shoot him because he was too wild to bring in, and that was the next most humane choice.


The man who went out of his way to save Lucky thought about him often after they were separated.  Who knows what Lucky had endured, but he would only let his rescuer come near him.  After a couple of small miracles, they were reunited when Lucky was brought back to a shelter.

Today, Lucky is approximately 7-8 years old and shares our house with four other rescued dogs and my unbelievable wife, Amanda, who is – naturally – a dog trainer. My cats have passed away but Lucky did fine with them. He loves his housemates but, not unexpectedly, he has his problems. He is fiercely protective of our home and doesn’t do well with people or dogs he doesn’t know extremely well. That isn’t going to change, so we manage his behavior when people are over by putting him in my office with some toys and a frozen peanut butter kong. He thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

And here is a shot of Lucky now. Excuse me, there's something in my eye. I'll blame allergies.

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