LUCK OF THE DRAW RIP.
Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 4:02 am
I lost my loyal hunting companion, Lucky, yesterday. Getting home after a long night shift, the first thing I did was check on my dogs, as I always do. Everything seemed normal except that lucky was lying on the ground next to his dog house instead of in it like he always is at that time of morning. I went in and got ready for bed and got up in the afternoon, went out to take care of the dogs and Lucky was stretched out against the door of his kennel...He had passed while I was sleeping.
Lucky was a special dog in my life. I brought him home at 9 mos. old after one guy drove a few hundred miles to get him and after seeing him, decided he didn't want him. Another family bought him and returned him because they couldn't handle him. I drove up to look at him and as LUCK would have it, we seemed to bond instantly and I had to have him. I gave him a week or so to get acclimated to his new surroundings and we began training and playing and playing and training every day. He learned fast and would do anything for me once he understood what I wanted. He became a loyal, obedient and outstanding hunting dog, as anybody who ever hunted over him would attest to. He was a driven, intense and stylish, bird finding machine. I have some really cool stories to tell and I will have those memories as long as I live. He was 11yrs. old and I don't know what happened. I am not looking for sympathy here, but rather felt the urge to share and emphasize what a special dog he will always be to me....
Thanks for reading/listening and may Lucky RIP.,
Charlie
Lucky was a special dog in my life. I brought him home at 9 mos. old after one guy drove a few hundred miles to get him and after seeing him, decided he didn't want him. Another family bought him and returned him because they couldn't handle him. I drove up to look at him and as LUCK would have it, we seemed to bond instantly and I had to have him. I gave him a week or so to get acclimated to his new surroundings and we began training and playing and playing and training every day. He learned fast and would do anything for me once he understood what I wanted. He became a loyal, obedient and outstanding hunting dog, as anybody who ever hunted over him would attest to. He was a driven, intense and stylish, bird finding machine. I have some really cool stories to tell and I will have those memories as long as I live. He was 11yrs. old and I don't know what happened. I am not looking for sympathy here, but rather felt the urge to share and emphasize what a special dog he will always be to me....
Thanks for reading/listening and may Lucky RIP.,
Charlie