Birthday: August 21st 2002 Likes: balls,company Pet-Peeves: being alone,the hoover Favorite Toy: basket ball Favorite Food: chicken,cheese,ham Favorite Walk: along the canal Best Tricks: paw,hi 5,play dead,lie,sit,roll over,standing and walking on 2 legs Arrival Story: lucks was born in our house,his mother was a street dog. he had 5 brother and sisters. 4 boys 2 girls. sadly the 2 girls and 1 boy died leaving just 3. damion,sir squeak a lot and lucky. lucky got his name beacuse he was a breach birth who got his head stuck and the runt of the litter,he has come a long way since then as he is now the biggest and most intelligent of the 3! Bio: lucky is incredibly unlucky!! he has had countless accidents from falling down the stairs to being hit on the head with a 6 foot fence post. then he got burnt with oil on his back and leg,had a tumour at the age of 2 and ripped a hole in his throat when he was 11 months old. please see tails of devotion for the full story of lucky.
he is a total of 3 breeds of dog!
1: bearded collie
2:bedlington terrier
3:border collie
this is because his father was a border collie and his mother was a bearded collie cross bedlington terrier. Forums Motto: lucky -"crazy dog" The Groups I'm In: !Border Collie's Only!, ############lucky group############, ♥ collie && collie mixes right here! ♥, **Mixed Breed Dogs**, DAWGS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!, ~United Kingdom Woofers~, Dogster Dog Blog Bark Out, Dogster Jobs, Lucky Dogs, MUST BE THE MUTTS!!!, Mutts R Us, P.U.P.S. Unite, Paws Club, Playful Pup Party Place, Pug Bugs Snug In Rugs, Rolling Bone Magazine, Spa and Relaxing Group favourite thing to do: chasing the rabbit in her run,even though i can not get to her i still enjoy chasing her round and round!! i also have a digging habbit!! you can see some of my handy work in the pics from the garden! all those holes where made by me!! drives grandad mad because i have to roll around in them after!!
what i like best about mum: she always hugs me when ever i go to her and am feeling sad. and she never turns me away when i want to play!
worst thing about mum: i hate it when she has to go to work,i hate being left without her i start to feel lonely as she is the only one that gives me any fuss!
best thing about grandad: he always gives me scraps of food,i love it when he gives me meat!
worst thing about grandad: when he gets annoyed at us he always shouts and i hate that,my tail goes right down and i want my mum to take me to her room out of the way!
when you came into this world,my world i thought you were the sweetest thing i had ever seen. your little squeaks that you made,your tiny paws,your innocent face.
it was a hard birth for your mother,we were so scared you would not make it. but you did and your a star. lets hope you shine all through your life bright and true.
your the only real friend i have,the one who kisses my tears when i cry,the one who makes me laugh when i am sad,the one who does not care what i look like or how i dress.
i will love you and take care of you throughout your life just as i know you will care for me as long as you live. i love you lucks,it will always be that way no matter how much i shout at you for being naughty!
i am glad your in my life you certainly have made it brighter,my friend.
so people can understand my lucky better i thought i would share his story so far with you. it is a bit long but very sad at times aswell.
LUCKYS STORY.
Lucky was born on the 21 st of August 2002, at 11:30pm. He was the last born out of six. All together there where 4 boys and 2 girls. 3 of the pups died on arrival and though we tried to save them as best we could it was no use. They all had names given to them even the ones who did not make it they are as follows in the order they arrived; Avril-Girl black apart from a white stripe round her neck she was dead on arrival at 8:00pm, Breach. The Question-male, white with black spots died a couple of seconds after he came out at 8:45pm, Breach. Grace-Girl, she was a spitting image of her father shep, died after we tried to revive her for half an hour, Breach. Sir Squeak Alot-Male, he was all brown and a white belly he arrived at 9:10pm non breach he was the first bit of good news we had and he was a big boy, we think if it was not for him then non of them would have lived. Damion-Male, white and 2 black spots, non breach he arrived after askit had a little break she was tired and we thought that she was only gonna have the one but when we checked her she had given birth to dameion this was at about 10:20pm. we then where sure that askit had, had her load but we where wrong! at 11:30pm askit gave birth to lucky he was white and had 3 black spots on his right side and was pure white the other. he was a Breach,who also got his head stuck and we thought he would not survive and this is how he required his name lucky because that was what we thought he was, little did we know this was not the case at all!
Now i should have known that calling Lucky, Lucky was a bad thing! I do belive that i may have cursed him with the name. Even when all 3 of them lived with us there where signs that he was unlucky. Like when he escaped and he fell head first down the stairs! i never have ran down those stairs so fast in my life! And when he went missing and i found him curled up in a back pack of all things! After the other 2 left i thought maybe then he would be normal and not get into trouble, i was wrong ohhhh so wrong! The first real accident he had was when he was in the garden. He was about 4 months old then i should have thought and he came bounding up the stairs and jumped on the bed. At first i thought nothing was wrong i mean he was jumping about so that meant nothing was broken! Its when he jumped off the bed i knew something was up, he had left blood all over the sheet. I started panicking as always! and i could not at first make out what was up. Then i see it, he had cut his foot well his pad and the skin was peeled back. I really started to worry then and i got straight on the phone to the vet who told me to take him there straight away. I got a taxi there and i went straight in, the vet looked at it and told me it was nothing to worry about. He had to cut the flap of skin off and told me to keep a sock on his foot for about a week. And sure enough he was fine! Well it only lasted a couple of months, because by the time Lucky was about 7 months old he had a real bad accident.
It may have been me who was to blame, and i feel uncomfortable knowing this. You see i was cleaning the house and Lucky follows me every where and i mean every where! I had the hoover with me and i had just finished hoovering up and was going to unplug it, Tommi and Dad where cooking in the kitchen at the time with the frying pan. I went into the kitchen and unplugged my hoover as i was doing this Tommi had decided to try and pick the frying pan up with one hand. Lucky was to my left as was Tommi, well i guess you guessed it. Next thing we know Lucky is screaming and i mean screaming, and Tommi is shouting its on me too. Lucky ran upstairs squealing he was screaming for at leat 5 minutes we tried to catch him but he kept running. When we did catch him i threw him in a cold shower, then i went straight to the phone and called the vet. They said i had done the right thing by putting him in a cold bath, they told me to take him down which i did imediately. They gave me some cream and told me to bathe it in salt water every morning and night which i did. Luckys back had these horrible scabs all over it, he had lost a patch of fur and he was looking miserable. After about a month of care for him he finally cleared up, i mean it is hot fat we are talking about that burned him so it would leave scars. He now has a bald patch on his back and down one leg, but it makes him different and it makes him interesting because you know he has a story to tell.
The next accident he had was when he was 11 months old, This too i belive may be down to me. I was annoyed at a certain person at that time and i had decided to take Lucky on the green opposite the house. I went over there a lot before this accident to play fetch which was his favourite game to play with sticks. I played for about half an hour before i decided it was getting chilly and said time to go. He looked at me with those eyes and i knew he was telling me to throw the stick one more time! One more time mum thats all i want, so i did. When Lucky did not come back with the stick i turned around to see where he had got to, i see him. He was lay on the grass and was not getting up, not even when i called him. I marched over there thinking ohhh well he must be tired or he may have a splinter some where! I was wrong, he had an accident alright but it was more serious then a splinter. I got Tommi to go and get dad but he was as much use as dust! So i picked Lucky up and carried him to the house crying the whole time. I put him down in the kitchen to get a better look but he just got up and went under the table and lay down. He would not come out from under the table so i had to half drag him, i know it sounds bad but i was in a state of shock. I looked at him and he looked fine but i knew something was up i could feel it. Tommi and i went back to the green to see if we could find the stick which we did, i still have the stick to this day. When we got the stick into some light it was covered with blood, that is when the alarm bells started going off and i knew this was serious. I phoned the vet and told him what had happened he told me it was common for a dog to have this happen and i belived him. I took him there straight away in a taxi and the vet took a look. After a little while the vet said it was more serious then he thought and that he had to sedate him to get a better look at his throat. When Lucky came round from his sedation it was obvious he was in discomfort, he was coughing and bringing up blood and flem. I was started to panic even more and the vet said it may be better to keep him in for the night, and that he was sure it was just a scratch on the surface of the throat. When the morning came i could not get to the phone quick enough to see if my baby was ok. I phoned and the vet said he had got worse my heart sank. It felt as if the whole world had collapsed on me. The vet had said he had to stay in another day so he can be assesed.
I phoned them up every day and by the third day they had to put a drip into him as he could not eat. I was so lost without him and i cryed every night for him to get better and come home, at that point in time i felt god was the only friend i had as i told him all my worrys and feelings and i do belive he helped relive them a little. On the fith day i went to visit him, it was awful. He had little life in him and as i got through the door he managed to stand and wag his tail at me, the nurse said it was the happiest he had been since he had gone in. I disscussed what the options where and they where not good, they said inless i had at least 2,000 pounds then he could not go to the specialists to be operated on and he would have to be put to sleep. I did not have that kind of money and i told them so, they said that the only option then would be to put him to sleep. I told them that i shall try to get the money together, so they said that was fine. By the end of the week i was feeling frustrated and sad, i knew that i had to pull the money together some how. At 9:00am that day i phoned the vet and said i could get most of it together, the nurse told me to hang on and she will get the vet to talk to me. As the vet came on the phone he told me he was just in time, they had got the jab ready to give to my baby and they where just about to put him to sleep when i phoned. When i heard this i started crying, how could they? i did not give permission for them to do so. I got in a taxi and went to pick lucky up and take him to bristol where the specialists where. When i got to the vet and they bought Lucky out to see me he wagged his tail and thought we where going home. I felt sad he tried to jump up and lick me and i told him to keep his feet on the floor other wise we will have another accident! i paid the vet and it came to around 400 pounds. I often get angry when I think they could have sent Lucky to Bristol when he was wasting time in there and they could not do nothing for him.
I put Lucky in the back of the taxi and then started off for Bristol. Lucky did not look like himself at all and he seemed so sad that it made me feel guilty, i started to wonder at that point weather i had done the right thing, or weather i should have put him out of his misery when they told me it would be for the best. But the power to keep him alive was such a thing that i could not bear to let him go, ever. When I got there i realised it had took us 3 hours and i had made it just in time for him to be booked in. It was on a Friday and they said they do not open on weekends so i had made it. They took down his deatails and asked for the vets files they should have give to me, but they had not. I explained that the only thing they had given me was the reciet for the time he was there. They said they should have had x-rays and files. I waited a little and then the specialist came out and I got asked to follow him into the examination room. I went in and he asked a few questions i told him all i knew and he had a look at Lucky. I was on a time schedule the taxi man had said he would take me home for free as he had to go back any ways but he could be no longer then half an hour, he was a nice man and every time i see him he asks how Lucky is. It did not take long for the specialist to see what the problem was, Lucky had managed to put a hole in his food pipe, and he said Lucky would need surgery, i was a little scared because surgery is a big thing and he was only 11 months old. But i sighned the agreement that they would not put him to sleep with out my permission, they where saying that if he died would they be able to take some tissue samples and things but they agreed that they would not do this without my permission. As i got up to leave i could see Luckys face looking at me, he knew i was going to leave him again and it broke my heart to do it.The specialist had to pull him away when i left because he kept trying to get to me he did not want me to leave him on his own again. I said bye to him and i kissed him on the head i told him i would be back for him, i will never ever leave him anywhere. He looked heart broken and i felt worse i finally managed to get in the taxi.
On the way home i was so sad that i found it hard not to cry, i did not i knew i had to put on a brave face. I would save the crying for when i got home. When i got home i filled in mum and dad about what was going on, i then went upstairs and waited for the tears to come i knew they would and i knew they would come in force. By the time Monday came round i was by the phone all day waiting for a call to tell me Lucky was out of the woods. I got a call and they said that tomorrow they where taking Lucky into theatre. When Tuseday came i was so petrefied by what they might say that i cryed for most of the day. On the Tuseday night at around 10:00pm i got the phone call from the specialist saying the operation was good but he is far from out of the woods yet. I asked if i could phone in the morning but he said that he would get in contact with me by the Friday. When Friday came round i got a phone call saying Lucky is still in the woods and it looked as if he was getting an infection in his wound. I was so worried at this that i started asking too many questions, the specialist said we will keep him monitered over the weekend and then see if he is going to be fine we will phone you on the monday. By the time Monday came round i knew something was up, and sure enough when he phoned he told me he had to go back in to see what the problem was. That meant more sugery, i was so worried that i said do whatever it takes i want my dog to have whats best for him. On the Wednesday i got a call from a different person, he was a proffeser he had taken over with Lucky's care and had been the person to perform the surgery on him. He told me that the previous fix the specialist tried to do had gone a bit wrong, he told me the stiches had come out and that is why Lucky was not making any progress. I asked if Lucky was fine now and he told me that he had stitched him up double so that if some stitches fall out they have another row. He told me the only reason they came out was because it was such a difficult place to stitch. He said they would get in contact by Monday and reminded me that No News is good news. On Monday the proffeser called and told that Lucky had an infection in the throat. I was so upset that day as he had told me he may not make it, as he is weak as it is. I cried for hours and hours i made myself get a nose bleed, and it would not stop. I finally calmed down and got myself together. On Wednesday i got a call off the professer and he told me how delighted he was about Lucky. I was shocked i thought it would be more bad news, but the professer said that Lucky had perked right up and was even drinking water on his own. I was so happy and the professer knew it, he told me that he will phone me on Friday to see if Lucky can go home! I started jumping up and down, it had been nearly a month since he had been home. On the Friday i got the call that was so far the best call of my life, the professer had said that Lucky was well and eating on his own and that he could come home today. I was so happy i cried, my baby was finally coming home.
I had the same taxi man who took me the 3 weeks ago. He asked how Lucky was and i told him that he was coming home today. When he picked me up he put a blanket in the boot ready for Lucky when he came out. It took us the usual 3 hours to get there and i remember thinking can this car not go any faster i need to see my boy. I was so excited to be getting my dog back that i could not wait to see him. When we pulled up i had to wait at least 10 minutes before the specialist came out with Lucky. I could see the difference straight away, he was so lively and as soon as he see me he jumped up at me and kissed all my face to death! I missed him as much as he did me belive me! I went with the specialist into the examination room so he could tell me his presurgery care and give me the medication Lucky needed to take. He told me to avoid giving lucky anything that was hard or crunchy, he said that if Lucky started eating those sort of things now, he would have a chance of ripping out his stitches. I got into the taxi and Lucky tried to follow me into the back, but he had to go into the boot! All the way home he tried to get into the backseat with me i had to laugh at him and i understood that he was probaly worried I would leave him again but there was no chance of that. I was just glad that he was fine and well, I really did nearly loose you there i remember saying to him. When I got home everyone in the house came out and could not wait to see him, even the next door neighbours came out to see him! I never knew he was so popular! Well he had been gone 1 whole month but he had come home in time for his first birthday which was one of the best things. He got a lot of fuss he still does get a lot of it! Since the accident he has been clingy, he will not leave me ever, he follows me every where and i have to keep saying to him i am not going any where Lucky you have nothing to worry about. Since the accident he has had 1 other accident and he got hit on the head with a six foot fence post! but he is fine.He also had a tumour which was removed with success on christmas eve 2004 I hope it continues to be so til the end of his time..............i guess Lucky really is Lucky.
I feel he deserves a lot in life for all the trouble he has been through. I hope i can make him the happiest dog throughout all his life.
so yesterday butch and i went to get our booster shots. i hate going to the vet before my major accident i was not bothered by it but since then i have been scared of the vets,i keep thinking mum is going to lave me again so i try to be as close to her as i can.
everytime the vet comes near me i cower down and shake and give my mum a look that says please take me away. i know she feels bad because she does not like butch and me in pain or scared. but she told me it was something that had to be done and she held me tight.
everytime i get on that table i try to jump right off there!! mum has a struggle trying to keep me on it as i am so strong when i want to be. like when i got my nails clipped i struggled so much that they had to put me on the floor and lay me on my side it took 3 people to hold me down!!! and when the nurse clipped them she accidently cut them too far and it started bleeding. the nurse felt really bad,but my mum told her not to worry. it was all fine and thank god i do not have to again til next year!! paws crossed!
until next time my friends
take care
lucks
it was my turn to be sick today. it must have been all the food i ate! mum was a little worried but she said not to worry and cleaned it all up with disinfectant. i felt a little bad as the carpet is not too old! it was only bought a couple of months ago!
she said it reminded her of when i was a puppy! i used to be sick a lot and she would run round cleaning up. she says i should not drink out of the pond,but i love drinking that water!
i ripped a hole in my bed and she sat and sewed it up! took her half an hour to do it right but its as good as new now! she says she will buy me another soon so i have a new bed to look forwards to!!
take care all
lucks
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