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| Name: |
Lucky
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Age: |
Seven years old
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| Gender: |
Male |
Breed: |
Pug |
| Home: |
Bowling Green, Kentucky, USA |
Lucky
Lee is a beautiful black pug. He's seven years old but only came
into my life two years ago. In those two short years, he's already managed
to make a forever home in my heart.
Lucky has had some minor back problems and because of this he's restricted
to taking short walks. When we want to go around the block, Lucky sports
around in a hot pink pet stroller a.k.a the buggy. If you mention the word
buggy - watch out. Lucky will bark, cry and whine until you put him in the
stroller. He rides facing forward taking everything in as mom does all the
work. He shows his appreciation by glancing back at me over his shoulder,
and from the expression on his face I can tell he's happy.
The stroller has made Lucky the big man in the neighborhood. Where the
other dogs have to actually walk, Lucky rides around. And as he thinks all
dogs are his friends, if we see a furry someone, he'll cry until you let
him out of the buggy so he can get acquainted. He's even used this
technique to make a few girlfriends. He's a sly one.
When Lucky isn't being pushed around the neighborhood, he's either
sleeping or playing with his toys. Stuffed toys are his favorite. These
are his 'babies'. He's gotten so many his toy box is overflowing. I'm sure
Santa will give him a new toy for Christmas (mom hopes Santa has room in
the sleigh for a new toy box too!). When bed time is announced, he'll
grab a baby to take to bed with us. The baby sleeps on the pillow and
Lucky sleeps next to me. I'm not sure what happens during the night, but I
usually wake up on the edge of the bed and Lucky is lying sideways all
stretched out. In the morning, I'll lift him out of bed and he'll wait for
me to give him his stuffed baby before he goes about his day.
Lucky is affectionate on his own terms. Mom always needs a kiss when she
gets home from work. I tell him I need ten kisses, one kiss isn't enough. I
didn't think my kisses were that bad but apparently Lucky thinks
otherwise. He'll start barking and talking and runs around in circles.
I'll kneel down and he'll let me hug and kiss on him briefly and then he's off.
He's brought so much fun, laughter and love to our home. Mom thinks he's
beautiful and when she tells Lucky this, he smiles - showing his crooked
bottom teeth (which only makes him more beautiful).
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