A DOG NAMED LUCKY
Sitting in a far corner of the VFW hall was an older man with a long white, untrimmed beard, an old t-shirt, and a gigantic dark grey Doodle of unknown origins sitting at his feet. The man wanted to attend a political event, and his dog accompanied him everywhere. Since I’m a Doodle-lover and owner of the famous and gorgeous Goldendoodle named Paddy, I was compelled to introduce myself and ask the old gentleman about his companion. Roy shared that he found Lucky in a ditch in January near Roy's house in a sparsely populated, hilly rural county in Central Texas. Lucky was emaciated, with burrs and mats covering his body. Someone had dumped the poor soul out in the middle of nowhere. May they rot in Hell. The first order of business was to give the dog food and water, then a nice hot bath and trim. Lucky quickly fell asleep the first night, knowing that he was safe with someone who would care for him. Roy had been living alone for many years. He never knew how lonely he had been