When my mom brought us this little rat of a dog that I never asked for I wasn't thrilled at first, well really not at all. I had not asked for a dog but she was getting it one way or another. A chihuahua....what on earth for! When he was but a day or two old (and Tyler obviously was little) Tyler was carrying him and dropped him down the back steps (the concrete back steps) and he was ok, (we worried that he knocked his little smarts loose but later would find out he was very very smart) and that earned him his name....because he was one "Lucky Rascal".
She got this miniature spot of hair for Tyler, but that little dog soon became my shadow. He'd walk beside me perfectly as if on a leash and never have one attached to him. Everyone whose ever spent any time around him would swear he understood the things I told him. He may have only weighed five pounds tops but he was the King of the back yard and ruled as if he was as big as my Golden Retriever. Me walking him with my Brodee was definately a sight to see! He was always ready to see Tyler and play. He would get so excited to see one of us he would run this laps around the back yard as fast as he could, he was sooo funny!
If he was on the front porch I'd tell him to stay and he would until told he could get down. If he got out to close to the road and I'd say, "Lucky are you suppose to be down there", he always came back to where he was expected to be. I could let him out with me anywhere and he'd not run off. He loved the outdoors, swimming, playing in the snow and riding four wheelers.
He was a good companion, loyal and devoted. Only asking for one thing, his belly to be rubbed. He would throw himself down on the ground in a flip upon his back to get in front of you and just look at you with a beg in the eyes to have his belly rubbed. Most people who saw him do this thought for sure he was having seizures!
He was my little alarm, barking when things were going on outside that shouldn't have been. It wasn't that he barked to annoy, if he barked there was a reason and I relied upon that alot. Eric called him the sounding bell, whenever I would pull up in the driveway Eric would know I'm home because of Lucky's excited barking.
He wasn't just a pet, but a friend and definately a part of our family. You can't have a animal for that long and not be attached to it. Life will not be the same for a long time around here without him in it. It was hard on Tyler today, since we are both on restrictions, it was up to him to pretty much do everything for the burial. If Eric had two working arms we would have done somethings differently, but in the end I guess all is well that ends well. Tyler and I picked the same spot, one that we felt Lucky enjoyed, one where the squirrels picked on him, so now they can play over head and keep him company.
Our little furry friend, passed away today. On a warm, sunny day, loved, well fed, cherished and spoiled, curled up in his dog house. He will be missed greatly........
