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Age: 6 Years Sex: Female Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Lucky
Nicknames:
Luck-a-muck, Lucky Lou
Quick Bio:
| -mutt | -pound dog | -dog rescue | |
Likes:
Being petted, wrestling with the puppy, staring at the cat
Pet-Peeves:
When people move around when she is napping, getting her feet dried off, when that cat sits on the table
Favorite Toy:
Tennis balls, anything she can bury, the puppy
Favorite Food:
Anything on the counter.. bread, butter, peanuts.. kibble? you call that food???
Favorite Walk:
Gabriel park, but NOT the dog park
Best Tricks:
Uhhh.... tricks?
Arrival Story:
Our old family dog died this summer at the ripe age old age of 15. Stan had been traveling when Lacey died and when he came home he went to the Humane Society to "look" at the dogs. Against most of the family's advice he fell in love with a goofy looking, skin and bones, hyper and ridiculous little dog. 3 days later he brought her home. She's becoming a good dog, but has some serious emotional scarring.
Bio:
We got Lucky from the Oregon Humane Society in August of 2005. She had been in Portland for only a week, but had been in the Albany OR shelter for 6 weeks. She was skin and bones, refused to eat kibble, and has a scar over her eye. When she first got here she didn't know how to walk on a leash, was afraid of cars and orange traffic cones, would only drink water out of the toilet, was terrified of other dogs but so so so loving towards her family. All she wants to do is make sure you are in her sight, and make sure you are touching her. She's much better 3 months later, but still pretty ridiculous.
Forums Motto:
Where are you going?
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| December 2nd 2005 |
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More than 3 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
230316
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December 29th 2005 9:24 pm
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Guess What I did today! Guess, go on, guess! I ate 2 pounds of chocolate. Ohh yeah. Well, what do you expect? They left it on the table and then left me all alone. Oh, I know, it had been there for a week and I didn't touch it, but when they leave me all alone I just have a good opportunity to check out whats on the tables and counters. So anyway, I found this box of chocolate. And I ate it. Oh yeah, I ate it all. When They came home They called the vet and and the vet said I had to come in. They made me throw up and put me in a cage and made me eat charcoal. It sucked. It was not as much fun as the chocolate. Cost Them 160 dollars and there is no more chocolate. For some reason I have had to go to the bathroom all night real real bad.... weird. Hey, whats that on the counter?
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