Today Lucky wanted me to do a blog on him, so I am. Kev and I got Lucky just about the time we reconnected two years ago. He’s been the best little dog ever, and has turned out to be a “boat” dog. Lucky was abandoned out in the country by his previous human owner, near a friend’s deer camp, and was just to the point of death when Bill discovered him. They kept him at the barn on the land for a while until winter started to roll around. Concerned that Lucky would be cold and lonely, Bill approached me about giving him a home. Anyways, long story short, he came to live at Little Yellow Cabin in the Mountains in 2009, and is King of “his” mountain, and knows his mommy loves him extremely.
I walked the streets, alone and forgotten.
Someone threw me out, and I became sodden.
A tramp, I was always looking for a meal here and there.
A handout maybe at Chico’s or under the big stair.
Soon I grew weary of the city, its violence and uncare.
Someone always chasing me,
Throwing rocks, screaming “get out of there.”
I found a road marked I-75, and left as soon as could be.
The country was nice, I traveled far.
I made a bed in hay, and once in an old car.
I was doing just fine, until I got hurt
Careless human, with his fancy new shirt.
My leg was damaged only a little
I had three others, so it wasn’t a bother
I hobbled awhile, until I got settled
Found an old barn, owned by Bill and his father.
I hadn’t been there long
Before someone nice petted my ears
Gave me eggs, toast and part of his pear
I buried the toast.
Bill gave me a ride, in his big truck
Said it was just my luck.
He had found me a home
With a lady who lived near his cousin Jerome.
We traveled for awhile
To a place called an office
Where I met a lady who was pretty and she smelled like mint.
Kissed me often, wasn’t that different.
I liked my new house but not the bath
Lots of attention, and I slept on her bed.
Now I wander but only up to the fence
She pets me much and I sigh in content.
I’ve been here most of a year
I’m the King of my mountain and I get to chase deer.
I sit in the sun and roll in the grass.
Daydream of her, she’s coming near.
I lean against her as she whispers,
“How’s my Luckers? Such a good boy!”
I close my eyes, so happy
Cause I’m Lucky, with a home full of joy.