Lucky's Story

"Baby" Lucky

The first time I saw Lucky was while attending the Elkhart Horse Auction one cold November evening in 2003. A young boy standing near the entrance to the Auction facilities with a crate of puppies was diligently attempting to find homes for them.

Never one to pass up an opportunity to hug a puppy – I stopped to talk with the boy about the puppies and a story began to unfold – a litter of puppies, eight altogether, had been found wrapped in a plastic bag dumped alongside a roadway with the litter’s Mother (a border collie) near the young boy’s home. The boy and his brothers rescued the Mother and her litter only to have the Mother die shortly afterwards, so the boys bottle-fed the litter until they were old enough to be weaned and then set about finding homes for each of them.

A Little Sailor Needs a Nap

Lucky and the two other puppies at the Horse Auction were the last of the litter. While talking with the boy I lifted each puppy out of the crate and as I made eye contact with one in particular, I knew this puppy would be going home with me. I named him “Lucky” because after all he had been through he was lucky to be alive.

The Ranch Boss

As of the writing of this story Lucky has been with us for twelve years. He has taken life with us in stride, even on weekends spent on the sailboat. He has always been a laid back kind of guy until somebody says “squirrel”! Or he perceives something or someone in his territory without permission.

A great watch dog and companion, we are “lucky” to have him in our lives. Lucky has since been joined by Slim and Tucker—but that’s another story!