Old Dog

     My dog is old. Its sad because she isn't going to live much longer. I remember when we went to the pound to get her and I picked her out and got to name her. I named her lucky because I thought she was such a lucky dog because I was going to take care of her and love her so much. She has lived such a busy life. When she was just a puppy she went through a grueling training process where she learned the do's and don'ts about how to treat stuff that wasn't a toy, where to go to the bathroom, not to bark unless she needed something important, and other basic commands ( i like to call them requests) like sit and no and I love you (she wages her tail when I tell her that). She grew up with me and my friends in the neighborhood. We had so many adventures. I remember when I was younger and me and some friends were walking in the neighborhood and this man and woman were walking too and they seemed a little sketchy and somewhat mean and lucky would NOT stand for that so she barked at them and the lady tried to hit luck and so she tried to "protect" us and jumped on her. She was only trying to help and be the motherly dog that she is. Well the ladies husband didn't like that and yelled at us to get the dog inside of the house or he was going to call the police. We were just kids with an over protective dog. Lucky also had a friend the lived next door named Trixie ( her owners were also our best friends ;) ). Her and Trixie are still friends and they love to see each other from time to time.

     

     Later in lucky's life she acquired a little bit of a wild life. While me and my family were on vacation lucky decided that she needed a "lover" so what did she do? She did the dirty with a dog 2 houses down named duke. He was a bad dog. He was a wild dog up to no good. I really don't like to blame him fully for his attitude because he lived a very lonely life outside all the time on a chain. Anyways, while we were gone things between them got a little heated and lucky became prego. What we weren't prepared for was the birth. We waited and waited and then one morning at about 7 or 8am I heard little squeals coming from my room. Sure enough lucky was giving birth to puppies in my room! I had carpet at the time so it was a little gross. We had to quickly get stuff down so that I wouldn't have stains everywhere. It was kinda weird and nasty to watch BUT also really cool. I learned a lot about how much my dog loved us. She let us help. We cleaned her little puppies when she moved on to the next. She was glad to let us be a part of something so personal. She had eight puppies. Four gold and four black. We had to sell some of them to people that we wouldn't see ever but we still got to give them to people we still do see. Since then one of her puppies (that we know of) gave birth to another litter of puppies. 

     Lucky has for sure had a much more eventful life than what I have just told you. But it would take me forever and a day to tell you all of the things she has done. I love my dog so so much. And I know you would too :)

-RQ