The Story of Lucky (standard:other, 1088 words)
Author: Jim Spence	Added: Apr 17 2002	Views/Reads: 3191/2175	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
rescuing a puppy ... and finding out how lucky I really am ...

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The only problem was ... this lean to, and the puppy, were behind a much
bigger fence, one that I couldn't back into and knock down; concrete 
pillars and rebar, covered in chain link.  So, I got one of the 
hamburger patties and threw it to the puppy.  After he ate it, I sat 
the other pattie down on the ground and walked away from it.  The 
little cuss got it and got back behind the fence before I could catch 
him. 

I sat back in my truck contemplating what to do next, when I realized
that I had some life savers, the big, individually wrapped wintergreen 
kind.  I took one out, and held it through the chain link fence.  The 
puppy came over and started licking it, I reached through the chain 
link with two fingers from my other hand and snagged him, I drug him 
over to the bottom of the fence, pulled the fence out, and got him. 

On the way down the hill, I passed a black bear coming up. 

When I got him home, I gave him a bath in the washbasin in the basement.
 He was filthy, covered in coal dust.  He looked pitiful, but fluffy as 
a feather duster.  My wife and daughter instantly fell in love with 
him. 

But, I had still decided that we weren't going to keep him.  We just
didn't have a house for a dog.  I knew that once I took him to the 
pound, he was too cute for someone not to adopt. 

He slept with my daughter.  She cried all night. 

The next day I took him to the veterinarian.  I figured I'd get him
checked by a vet before I took him to the pound.  I think in my own way 
I was debating with myself.  He WAS a cute little guy, and I love dogs. 


The vet examined him.  He weighed seven pounds, had fleas, ticks, and
worms, and was barely ten weeks old.  She asked me how I found him, and 
I told her the story.  She got down in his face and said “you're a 
lucky little dog” and he licked her.  And I cried.  And I knew right 
then that I had a dog. 

Not only that, but the vet named him too. 

I guess maybe he IS lucky that I found him.  But, to tell you the truth,
I think I'm the lucky one. 


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