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.
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 until Lucky entered his life on that cold day in January. Roy had a companion to care for, and, as he said, “I now have someone intelligent to talk to!”
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