When you see our Lucky for the first time you’ll no doubt notice his eyes right away. The light blue color contrasts so starkly against the dark fur on his face, it’s hard not to be drawn in.
They say that the eyes are a window to the soul and when I look at Lucky’s eyes I often wonder what they’ve seen. He’s such a sweet and loving little dog, and in those times of admiration for him I wonder who is missing him.
His adoption papers estimated his age to be four years, and I wonder who loved him during those years. Who house-trained him and taught him to sit? Who else experienced his crazy high level of excitement over dog treats? Who spoiled him into being a house dog and led him to believe he was a lap dog that was allowed on furniture? And I really wish they’d taught him not to dig while they were at it, but I digress.
He’s had to re-learn a few things since he came to be with us, but it’s clear that he was previously loved by someone else. While we’re away he seems content in his little backyard world, spending his time chasing birds and butterflies, chewing on an elk antler, and on occasion digging a hole half way to China. But when we are home, he wants nothing more than to be inside with us. He loves being in our company!
Oh, sweet Lucky dog. You look at me with those light blue eyes, your ears perked up and a smile on your little doggy face and the worries of my day melt away. I wonder who’s missing you today, little dog.