Lucky dog came to us from friends out in Franklin, TN. She’d been dumped at their driveway and as they’d already taken in numerous dumps they asked if we would like a dog. She came and changed our way of looking at things.
At first anything that moved was fair game. Chickens, goats, horses, cattle, rabbits, birds, if it ran she chased it, never hurt them, just made them run (or fly). Belinda spent the first two years of Lucky’s life on the farm trying to give her away but Lucky was here to stay. With time and a lot of scolding Lucky calmed down and settled for just chasing chickens and rabbits and snapping at the occasional cat.
Any baby was Lucky’s baby, be it pig, lamb, kid (four or two legged) you weren’t going to get near it if she thought you might do harm. She’d turn up with two or three wild baby rabbits in her mouth. Wet, but unharmed, for us to care for. There’ll be no fighting, not people or animals. A cat fight sent her racing to stop the hissing.
When the gov’t became concerned about bio-terrorism and sent a letter to the Head of Security at the farm Belinda had to sit down and read it to Lucky. They were asking that she keep a listing of any and all vehicles’ tag numbers that came to the farm. Lucky decided that as she couldn’t write she would simply sniff each tire and eyeball the occupants. Until just recently she has done her job without fail.
About the time we got Lucky we found a white ball of fur on the road. Covered in burrs, ticks and dirt this turned out to be our first livestock guardian, Lucy. Lucy and Lucky were a good team. When the coyotes were near the farm they were out there making sure that the stinkers didn’t get too close. Lucy is gone now and Lucky has taken on a supervisory position. She’s leaving the perimeter to Rosie, Jack and Augie.
When at her best Lucky would get really excited at the sight of a rifle. Not to say she was a good hunting dog, her antics would chase away anything you might be hunting. Normally, she’d get between the target and the rifle. But with her scavenging skills she probably figured she didn’t need you to hunt. There was no telling what would be dragged through the dog door, deer hind quarter, half eaten squirrel, use your imagination and it’s probably been brought home at some point.
Lucky loves her humans. When Katie was little and lived with us she’d walk her to the end of the driveway and wait for the bus to pick her up. Afternoon found Lucky waiting in the yard for Katie’s return home. Recently, with Katie grown up and back again for a while, Lucky would wait by the kitchen window for her to come home from school. Leaving without permission would get you a dog cussing every time.
Lucky developed a “lump” on her shoulder this summer. Two months ago we had it removed. It came back quick, along with something on her elbow and her head. It progressed so quickly, four days ago Lucky was running after the tractor helping to put out hay. Last night she wasn’t able to walk up the stairs to bed. Belinda stayed downstairs, sleeping in the recliner, to help when Lucky wanted water or needed to go out. This morning Lucky was barely able to stand and in constant pain. We took her bed outside into the sun and Larry carried Lucky out to have her last time “sunbathing”. The vet came this afternoon and gave her that last shot. Larry buried her next to Ruby Pig, they got along well in life. We’re going to miss Lucky Dog.