Lucky

This is Lucky. He was born Sept. 9, 1998. We got Lucky right before Thanksgiving. The poor guy was almost completely bald. The so called "breeder" didn't take good care of the litter. She let them lay in their own filth in the cage all the time. It took about a year to get him looking this good. He is a great dog. We call him Lucky because he was lucky Dad let us keep him. He didn't want a dog but felt sorry for the poor dog. He loves to wrestle with the cat (who is 17 years old). He loves to walk on his hind legs, chew/eat blankets, lay on Mom's head, and chase my human brother, Kris (who is 13 years old). Lucky is a very snappy dresser as you can see. I also own an "Old Navy" tech vest. It gets cold in Ohio, so I need to bundle up!

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