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<title>The life of Lucky</title>
<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky</link>
<description>Dogster diary for the dog Lucky 1996-2007</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Lucky 1996-2007 &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:35:37 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>ADOPT 08 CONTEST</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/458722</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 May 2008 10:47:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Arf! Arf!

When I think about adoption...I think of the wonderful life I had. Of course, it wasn't ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Arf! Arf!

When I think about adoption...I think of the wonderful life I had. Of course, it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, as I did have a rough start to my life.

When I was around a year old, I was caught roaming the streets of Romulus, Michigan by the Animal Control officer. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper at all about being captured. When we got back to the animal shelter, I wouldn't let the officer pet me at all. In fact, I tried to bite her (not a good decision on my part). She knew I was young and told me she would give me until the end of the day to warm up to her...

Apparently, I understood what she meant. By the end of the day, I let her pet me a little bit and accepted some food from her, although I was still very skittish.

At that time, my future human sister was writing for a newspaper in the area. She kept in contact with the shelter to feature the "Adoptable Pet of the Week". Around the time I was found, my future mom was looking for a small dog for her own mother (who would eventually end up in a nursing home, leaving me to live with her daughter...who I call mom. It's confusing, I know). She told my human sister to ask the Animal Control officer to keep an eye out for a small dog, preferably a poodle.

The Animal Control officer, who decided that I had passed the test and could be adopted, called my sister. She told my sister to come look at me, explaining that I was very skittish and not to worry if I "wasn't the right one".

When my sister first laid eyes on me, she said I looked like a combination of Sammy Hagar and Animal from the Muppets. My hair was all overgrown, curly and matted and she couldn't see my eyes at all. Plus, she said I stunk to high Heaven. I wouldn't go near her at first. I just kept walking back and forth on the other side of the office. My sister finally got down on the floor with me. This made me curious. What kind of weirdo would do something like that? The kind that knew all I needed was for someone to come down on my level. 
She had a treat in her hand. I walked up to her, warily accepted the treat and allowed her to pet me...just a little. It wasn't so bad.

My sister made the call to her mom. She explained that, while I was going to need some time and patience, I was the right dog. Plus, she was really worried that no one else would give me the chance I needed.

I WAS ADOPTED!!!!

Even though it was a cool evening (in the fall), we rode home with the windows open (my sister couldn't handle the smell coming from me). I got a couple of baths that night and went for a haircut the next day. 
I was like a brand new dog!! I was so happy to have a furever home, I became a love sponge right away. I couldn't get enough of being hugged on and kissed on and petted. I was the complete opposite of what my sister had seen at the shelter. I was no longer timid, and I never tried to bite anyone.

I had a great life. It was so much better than the alternative. I'm so thankful the Animal Control officer understood that I just needed a little time. I'm also thankful that my sister was able to see past the grunge and the smell to see the real me that was underneath. I wish everyone would do that! 

Don't judge a book by its cover...adopt your best friend today!!

Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My visit with Santa</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/243194</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Dec 2006 18:50:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!

It was quite an interesting day today.
My sister Lori loaded me and Bailey in the car and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!

It was quite an interesting day today.
My sister Lori loaded me and Bailey in the car and took us to see Santa Claus.
This wasn't just any Santa, it was the real guy!!! He took time out of his busy schedule to come to the mall in Ann Arbor (MI).
When we got there, the little moron (aka Bailey), showed me up by prancing alongside his mom, while I insisted on being carried by my dad.
It was rather traumatic, as there were so many people there. By the time we got to where Santa was receiving guests, we had passed half the world's population.
We got in line behind about a million people, some with dogs, some with small children, one with a real live cat!!!
The little moron continued to show me up while we were in line. People kept coming up saying how adorable he was and petting him and kissing on him. A few of them did say I was adorable and petted me (I wasn't completely ignored, unfortunately).
After what seemed like hours of standing there (or being held while dad stood), we made it to the front of the line.
Dad handed me off to Santa. I wasn't scared at all!
Then, something magical happened...Santa was loving all over me! He said he had an apricot poodle for about 17 years that went to the Bridge last year. Santa was a little emotional when he was talking about his dog, it was so sweet.
Then, my sister brought this stiff-as-a board Bailey over to put him on Santa's lap...Helloooooo....hasn't the man endured enough? He lost a wonderful dog last year, was strolling down memory lane with me, and then got stuck with a Jack Russell Terrier statue on his lap. Stop the madness!!!
Bailey finally loosened up, and even slobbered all over my dear Santa's face! It was a really embarrassing display!

Well Mr. Santa, I guess I'll see you next year. Maybe next time, we'll leave the little dust catcher (Bailey) at home and we can really enjoy our visit...
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's not the ride, it's the destination...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/219678</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 13:00:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!!
Today, my sister, Lori, took me and Bailey for a ride in the car.
I love going bye-bye in t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!!
Today, my sister, Lori, took me and Bailey for a ride in the car.
I love going bye-bye in the car!!
Bailey was running around like a moron in the backseat, while I co-piloted from the front passenger seat. It's a beautiful day, a good day for a ride (like there are any bad days for a ride...).
After several minutes, Lori pulled in a driveway. It was then that I realized I didn't really want to go bye-bye with her.
The driveway we pulled into was at my sister, Jennifer's house.
Crap.
As Lori was shutting the car off, I was climbing into the backseat. The little moron noticed where we were, and he got real excited. He jumped into the front seat and tried to get out before his mom even had the door open. She picked him up and carried him to Jennifer's backyard.
When Lori came back for me, I was still firmly planted in the backseat on the passenger side, laying down. She called my name, I didn't budge. She practically begged me to get up and get out of the car. Nothing. So, she was left with no other option. She opened the backdoor. So what?
I barely looked at her, and pretended I couldn't see or hear her calling me over and over. It was then that she reached across the seat and pulled me out. I wouldn't say I was kicking and screaming, but Lori might...
Why, you might ask, would I act like this?? Wellll, I know what danger lurks within that house. He's around 2 feet tall, likes to pull fur and makes a LOT of noise.
Although baby Tyler did give me a sweet hug, I spent most of my visit hiding behind the toilet...How embarassing!

I'm home now, waiting for my therapist to call me back. Next time, I'll ask where we're going before I rush out and jump in the car so willingly!

Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snow</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/218991</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:28:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!

It snowed today!! Can you believe it. The leaves haven't finished changing color and we've  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!

It snowed today!! Can you believe it. The leaves haven't finished changing color and we've already had snow.
Guess we know what that means...mom will be making me an appointment to get my hair chopped. She always does that. It was pretty warm here recently, I was panting under all this hair. Now that it's turned cold, we'd better get Lucky a haircut.

Snow.

I cant' believe it snowed. You know what the only good thing about snow is??? Eventually, it melts.

I haven't been doing a lot lately, other than hiding from that darned Baby Tyler when he comes over. My dad has so graciously offered to babysit one day a week. Usually on Wednesdays, he goes and picks up the kid and brings the little terror over to our house so my sister can get things done at her house. I can understand that. What I can't understand is why the kid thinks he has to try to tackle me. He was cute when he was new...you know, before he could move around. Now, he's everywhere. When my family babysat him a few weekends ago, my other sister (Bailey's mom) said she could have sworn that Tyler had split himself three ways, because everytime she turned around, he was getting into something. Before she could get him away from whatever he was in to, he was across the room wreaking havoc on something else.
I usually hide when he comes over. It's better that way. My mom's got pictures of the kid all over the place. I love the pictures...they don't move, don't make any noise, and rarely tackle me.

Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's my birthday, I guess...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/201462</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Sep 2006 13:38:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!!!
Well, what do you know? It's apparently my birthday.
My &quot;sister&quot; who set me up on Dogster  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!!!
Well, what do you know? It's apparently my birthday.
My "sister" who set me up on Dogster couldn't remember exactly when I came into the family. She thinks it was sometime in the early Fall. I came from the animal shelter, so we have no idea what my actual b-day is or exactly how old I am. 
When my sister did my Dogster page, I guess she put in September 1 as my big day. Of course, with her bad memory, she couldn't remember what day she had input on Dogster. Thankfully the good people of Dogster came through for me, and gave her a gentle reminder (Hey dummy, your dog's birthday is today. We know you forgot, so here's some bones and some paw so your dog doesn't feel so bad about himself) (Okay, so maybe that's not what the e-mail said--Dogster's way too nice to do that--but maybe that's what it should have said) (Maybe my family will feel bad about forgetting my "birthday" and give me something really great--like sending Bailey away...nah, I'd actually miss the poor slob--don't tell him I said that!)

I'm sure my mom is going to surprise me by coming back from the campground any time now. I didn't get to go because my sister's allergies are so bad (she thought she had bronchitis again), she decided to stay home. So, I got to stay home with the moron (Bailey, that is, not my sister you silly).

Well, I'd better go let them wish me happy birthday. Wouldn't want my family to get all bent out of shape over it.
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bailey's fat head</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/197640</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 15:43:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof.

I always knew Bailey had a big head, now the Dog Each Day guy (Larry Merrill) has proven my ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof.

I always knew Bailey had a big head, now the Dog Each Day guy (Larry Merrill) has proven my point. He drew Bailey today, but all he could fit on the page was his big head. That's really too bad, his other end is really his good side.
Did I say that???? OOopsie!!! I'm usually much more reserved than that. 

Boy, I hope there's room in the house with his ego getting so large. I may have to take him down a peg or two!

I hear wonderboy running up and down the hall like a moron. I'm going to go tell him what a dorkfish I think he is...

I'm not jealous, I'm Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Tail of Devotion for Lucky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/183234</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 16:22:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Lucky,

When I first laid eyes on you, I must say, you were a little rough around the edges. You w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lucky,

When I first laid eyes on you, I must say, you were a little rough around the edges. You were so skittish, and oh-so-smelly. 
I knew you had been living on the streets. The Animal Control officer said she thought you had been out there for quite a while. She also felt that you had been abused. I knew we could give you a good home.
It took you a while to accept the fact that you were an inside dog. You also took a while to warm up to your "brothers" Wooby and Rascal. It all worked out though.
I think you'd agree that, despite your rough start to life, you've got it good now! 
We love you so much, and we're glad you're part of our family.
Love mom, dad and Lori]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Left behind</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/173087</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Jun 2006 15:32:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!

I have a funny feeling my mom isn't planning on taking me to the campground...I don't neces ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!

I have a funny feeling my mom isn't planning on taking me to the campground...I don't necessarily like camping (in fact, I dislike it very much, thank you), but I do like spending time with my mom. 
If I'm not going, guess that means I'll be spending the whole weekend with the little moron. Oh boy. It's probably his fault that I'm not getting to go. Did you hear what he did last week? He was a very, very bad boy. I was so embarassed. I couldn't believe he snapped at someone. We've probably been banned from camping.
That's just great. This always happens. I'm a complete angel, he's a moron, and I get punished. Where is the justice in that?

I see someone feels my pain. Thank you, whoever you are, for the multitude of bones. I must say, it has made me feel a bit better.

I think mom's getting ready to pull out, better go watch her leave (maybe she'll have a change of heart).
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Car ride whoas</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/170668</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Jun 2006 14:36:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!

I earned my name today!
We were on our way home from another fine weekend of camping. Bail ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!

I earned my name today!
We were on our way home from another fine weekend of camping. Bailey was in the backseat barking his head off at cars going by, and I was in the front seat, sitting in my mom's lap.
To be fair, she did tell me repeatedly not to lean so far out the window. But, the wind felt so good blowing through my fur, I didn't so much listen to her. Then, I leaned out a little too far.
I am so fortunate my tail never got docked when I was a puppy! Mom had to grab ahold of it to pull me back in the car. My sister, who was driving, said when she looked over, all she saw was my tail and back feet!
Boy, am I ever glad she didn't get a Mini Cooper like she wanted, or this could have been a whole different story.
When mom pulled me back in, she was so upset with me. I got a spanking and then got tossed into the backseat. After a while, she let me back in the front. But she had done up the window. That was okay by me. I spent the rest of the ride home sleeping.
(very) Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Camping</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/167734</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 19:48:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!

Well, we just got back from our first camping trip. Ick!
When dad and my sister Lori and t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!

Well, we just got back from our first camping trip. Ick!
When dad and my sister Lori and the little moron, Bailey headed out Friday night, I thought, finally a nice quiet weekend with just me and mom. But, I was mistaken.
Saturday, my sister Jennifer and the baby who scares the heck out of me (Tyler), showed up to take us to the campground. I was pretty unhappy to see that that's where they had taken the little moron, but I can cope.
It was hot as heck, and everything kept breaking down. This includes the air conditioner. I don't deal well with no air, people! The humidity does things to my hair, that I just don't want to talk about!
The baby kept chasing me around, and the place is so small, there's no where to hide.
When they put me outside, they put a tether on me. How degrading!
If you hadn't noticed, I'm not really a "ruffing it" sort of guy. I guess I should consider myself lucky, at least I wasn't being forced to sleep in a tent or on a couch (like some other moron I could mention).
I thought I had been through enough (living without the A/C), but, I was wrong. Out of nowhere, Jennifer grabs me and plants my little but on a golf cart. It was a refreshing ride, until we got to the sandy place with the water.
Jennifer took me down to the water, and since I was on a leash, I had no choice but to go in. Sure, it felt good. But, at the same time the water was un-chlorinated, and smelly, and crawling with fish and other unseen underwater creatures. Thankfully, the baby got cold, so the swimming didn't last long.
It sounds like mom and dad plan on spending some time up there this summer. I'll just tell them that I have a lot on my plate right now, and that I'd love to join them but I just can't. Yeah, maybe that will work. Something's got to, otherwise, I'm going to smell fishy the whole summer.
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My, what a pretty boy I am...did I say that???</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/161230</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Jun 2006 18:53:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!
I got a haircut today, and I must admit, I'm feeling pretty frisky now.
Mom took me in, and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!
I got a haircut today, and I must admit, I'm feeling pretty frisky now.
Mom took me in, and told them "Cut him very short."
I was afraid of what exactly she meant by that, and I was hoping for some clarification, but she just left. I hate when that happens.
The lady cutting my hair just kept cutting and cutting, snipping and trimming. Since there was no mirror for me to look in, I was pretty sure she was scalping me. I just knew I was going to walk in a poodle, and walk out looking like a Chinese Crested (not that there's anything wrong with that...).
Then, before I could stop her, the lady put a bow in my hair. At least it was a manly plaid pattern (and it's still not a cone like that moron I live with is wearing).
When mom finally came to pick me up, I felt so good. And, I must admit, I smell pretty good too.
Bailey wouldn't leave me alone when we got home. I think he was confused by the bow (I told you he was a  moron).
Of course, just like the last haircut I got, the temperature is suppose to cool off (after several days of high 80s). Don't worry, I'll tough things out...
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Baby blues</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/148774</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 06:42:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!
I feel like I've been in hiding for like a year now. Oh, wait a minute, I have been.
Baby Ty ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!
I feel like I've been in hiding for like a year now. Oh, wait a minute, I have been.
Baby Tyler just turned one yesterday. He's a cute kid, especially when he's strapped in his car seat, going home...
It's not that I don't like him, because I love him. When he and his mom come in the door, I get so excited. I run up and give him lots and lots of kisses (especially when his mom isn't looking). After that, the welcome wagon departs, and I start searching for a place to hide where baby Tyler can't find me. My favorite spot is behind the La-Z-Boy. I can nearly get my body under the chair. I curl up and stay there until the child has left the premises.
I've done this for an entire year. 
When Tyler was first introduced to me, I didn't know what he was. Then he started making noises. It was cute at first. Little cooing sounds. Sweet. That progressed to a louder noise. I am not a fan of loud noises, and thus began my search for the perfect hiding spot.
I used to be able to lay anywhere I wanted. Then the baby got mobile, rolling and crawling all over the place. I still felt safe, because he wasn't that quick. That's not the case anymore. Now he crawls fast and he's starting to walk!!
What's a doggie to do?
If he catches me, he pulls on my ears and tail. Sure, my mom and his mom tell him to stop, but by then, the damage is done. I am upset and shaking. I hate shaking. You can bet, if I pulled his ears, there'd be hell to pay...
How much longer must I endure this?
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bailey the brat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/136203</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Mar 2006 19:03:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!

I'm mad as heck, and I'm not going to take it anymore!!
Bailey has been being such a littl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!

I'm mad as heck, and I'm not going to take it anymore!!
Bailey has been being such a little nerd. He won't leave me alone. He gets in my face, sneaks up behind me and barks, shoves toys in my face and won't stay off of my mom's lap (my lap. mine, all mine). 
I've tried reasoning with him, but nothing works. 
If you want to know why they call them Jack Russell Terrors, ask me. Or better yet, I'll let you take him home with you so you can see first hand. Ha ha hee hee....Bet you'd return him pretty quickly (just my luck).

Oh well, guess I'll just have to make due with his presence.

Wish me luck,
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bathtime</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/129234</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Mar 2006 17:00:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof Woof

So my sister came home yesterday, gave me kisses and said that I stunk. How rude!! 
Sh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof Woof

So my sister came home yesterday, gave me kisses and said that I stunk. How rude!! 
She promptly deposited my butt in the washtub.
Oh my goodness, how I hate getting a bath! I make whoever is giving me the bath really work for it. They have to chase me all over the tub. When they want me to stand, I sit. When they want me to sit, I lay down. 

It wasn't bad enough for me to get a bath, nope. She then took me in the bathroom and took the hairdrier to me. She poofed up the hair on my head and made me look floofy. Then she did my ears. Oh what a pretty boy am I?
If that wasn't enough, she fluffed my tail and everything in between!
Good Lord, it took me long enough to get good and scruffy and she messed it up in about 30 minutes.
Mom said something about getting the clippers out. I've got to find them first and disable them. Maybe I can get Bailey to do it. Then I get out of a haircut, and he gets in trouble...hmmm...

Gotta go,
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bones</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/127521</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Mar 2006 20:48:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!!!

Hey there, just wanted to say thank you to whoever keeps giving me all those bones. I had ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!!!

Hey there, just wanted to say thank you to whoever keeps giving me all those bones. I had chewed on all the ones I had been given, and was down to like two or three this morning. All of a sudden, Poof! I've got almost 200. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I haven't been doing anything lately, although I have felt pretty good. I've been playing a lot lately, and I started hunting mom's pet bird again recently. (Did you see my latest photo?) That darn bird is so pesky. He just does things to annoy me. It's not enough for him to sit on mom's head. No, no. If I get into her lap, all of a sudden he climbs down from her head and sits right in front of me, preening himself. I guess he hasn't figured out that birds used to be a part of my diet when I was a street dog. His name is Doc, I'd like to change his name to Dinner. Or Lunch. Or Breakfast...

For now, though, I'll just enjoy my bones.
Thank you so much!
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I love my home</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/123675</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Feb 2006 17:02:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Arf!

My human sister told us about someone at work who adopted a puppy that had been abused. The  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Arf!

My human sister told us about someone at work who adopted a puppy that had been abused. The dog's previous family used to take him outside with their other dog, and if he didn't do the same "business" as the other dog, the people would beat him with a rolled up newspaper or a stick.
That makes me sick. What did they think he was going to learn?
Now, when his new family takes him out, they were told by his foster mother not to watch him because he just starts shaking if someone looks at him when he's trying to decide whether or not to do his "business". 

It reminds me of my beginnings, before I came to live with my forever family.
I don't remember much. I know I was abused, most likely by a man (I don't trust too many men). I'm also pretty sure I got kicked, because I am absolutely terrified when people get their feet too close to me. I don't know if I ran away from the mean people, or if they dropped me somewhere.
When the dogcatcher lady caught me, I'd obviously been on the streets for a while. I was scared to death of her. I just knew she was going to beat me. I wouldn't let her pet me, and I just quivered with fear when she spoke to me. She kept talking to me all day, and told me I had til the end of the day to warm up to her...I finally allowed her to touch me, and found it to be comforting, something I had never experienced before.
When my human sister came and adopted me a couple of days later, I didn't know what to think. I got Lucky. They had two other dogs, who I had to learn to tolerate. 
I quickly learned about cuddling, good food, playing and just being loved.
I'm so glad I warmed up to the dogcatcher. Think of where I'd be now.

By the way, from what I hear, the other dog is adjusting well to his new family.

Woof
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Training the humans</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/117552</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 5 Feb 2006 17:01:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woof!

Humans are so easily trained, don't you think?

As soon as it starts getting dark at my h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!

Humans are so easily trained, don't you think?

As soon as it starts getting dark at my house, I begin my routine. I'll do a little growling. Then, a little more. After a couple minutes of this, I turn it into a growl/howl/bark. I get some negative feedback, sure, but more importantly, I get what I want. My mom or Bailey's mom will get up and let us outside (usually with a few choice words). 
I will generally just turn right around and bark to be let back in (I didn't really want out in the first place). Since it's cold outside, they don't make us stay out too long. When we come in, they give us a treat, which is what I was after to begin with.
A couple hours later, we repeat as necessary.
Silly humans.
I just did it a couple of minutes ago. He he. We got Greenies tonight!! Mom must have been feeling generous.

Well, I've got to go rest up for my next performance.
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Yard</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/109999</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Jan 2006 16:50:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/109999</guid>
		<description>Woof Woof

Someone stole my yard today!!!
I left for just a few hours, and when I came back, my y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof Woof

Someone stole my yard today!!!
I left for just a few hours, and when I came back, my yard was greatly reduced.
Boy oh boy. Bailey goes out, tears up the yard, gets it muddy. Then, when I go out to make sure everything is in its proper order, I get a little mud on my paws. Next thing we know, there's chicken wire blocking our access to the yard.
Now, there's just enough room to do what you've got to do, and come back. 
There's not even enough room to change your mind!!!

I will have to speak to the humans about this. I am not happy.
First, I'm going to lay down and take a nap.

Woof for now,
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Playtime</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/105962</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Dec 2005 17:32:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Woof to all,

I don't know what got into me last night. Usually, I beat mom back to the bedroom wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof to all,

I don't know what got into me last night. Usually, I beat mom back to the bedroom when she says it's time to go night-night. But last night, I just wasn't ready.
Bailey's mom was rolling around on the ground with him, throwing his ball and just making him crazy. For a change, I decided to join in. I didn't even get nasty with Bailey this time.
I'm not much for playing ball. For one thing, I will never beat Bailey to the ball, and for another thing--you never know where that ball has been. I've gotten a little prim and proper in my old age.
Instead, I attacked her hand. She loves it when I do that. I'm not hurting her. When I do that, she usually tries to grab my hands, then it's on!! I back away and run forward, over and over as she tries to flip me over.
Oh, it was so much fun. But, I got tired out after only about 10 minutes. Then, I went outside, came in and got a treat (which is what I really wanted to begin with), then she put me in bed with my mom.

I'd better go lay down now,
Arf Arf
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Santa</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/105358</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 14:20:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Woof!

I'm not sure what I did wrong this year, but I think Santa was mad at me.
He got me an eve ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!

I'm not sure what I did wrong this year, but I think Santa was mad at me.
He got me an even more ridiculous looking sweater than I already had, and I didnt' even think that was possible.
This one is white with blue and green spots. For some reason, my new sweater has a pocket. I don't make it a habit of carrying change, so I'm not sure what the pocket is for.

I got some goodies and a Dingo bone too, which I love. But Santa, couldn't you have left the sweater at the North Pole? Or, maybe one of your prancing reindeer could have used it.
I just don't get it. 

I guess I should be thankful. From what I hear, there's a matching hat and scarf that go with it. Those must have fallen out of Santa's bag. There's probably another dog out there wondering what he did wrong.
Oh well, my mom doesn't usually put it on me unless it's really cold out, so I guess I'll live.

Woof to all
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Food</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/102968</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 05:18:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/102968</guid>
		<description>Woof!

I used to be normal. When I was hungry, I would eat out of my dish until I was full, and th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof!

I used to be normal. When I was hungry, I would eat out of my dish until I was full, and that would be it.
But then, Bailey came along. He tries to put on a macho act, but I'll let you in on a little secret, he's afraid of his food dish. I don't understand it, but then, I don't understand a lot about that boy.
Apparently, our family was worried he was going to starve himself, so they started hand-feeding him when he was small. He got used to it, so now that's how he eats most of the time. 
At first, I thought this was stupid. Then I realized they might be slipping him treats in with the food. No way was I going to miss out. So now, we both get hand-fed. 
They throw pieces of food across the room to Bailey, and he puts on a little show, catching the food and what-not. My eyesight is not what it used to be, so they usually end up just handing me my pieces.
Okay, so it's kind of fun to eat this way. It's a lot better than eating out of garbage cans, which is how I started out my life.
I've got it good now. With or without Bailey.

Arf
Lucky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Haircut</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/102072</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 15:15:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lucky 1996-2007 ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/234015/diary/The_life_of_lucky/102072</guid>
		<description>Woof to all,
I got to go bye-bye in the car today (ha-ha, Bailey had to stay home). 
I was so exci ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woof to all,
I got to go bye-bye in the car today (ha-ha, Bailey had to stay home). 
I was so excited about getting to go, I forgot to ask where we were going.
I got out of the car, excited as all get out, and trotted up to the door. It was only after the mom person opened the door for me that I realized what was going on.
We were at the GROOMERS!!!!
What the heck is that about???
Hey boy, we know it's freezing cold outside, but you keep tracking in snow on your beautiful fur. Oh, I know, let's just cut it all off.
But, don't worry, we'll just put a sweater on you so you don't get cold.
My sweater. It is the most ridiculous looking thing. It's powder blue, with a hood no less. And, if that's not bad enough, there are these fuzzy, feathery things sticking up on the back.
Great. So now, not only do I get to look like a girl, courtesy of my haircut, but I get to look like a complete moron with the sweater on. I guess Bailey had the right idea last winter, when he ate his matching sweater.

It's pretty drafty in here. I didn't notice before. I'm just going to curl up under a blanket right now.

Arf...brr...arf]]></content:encoded>
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