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Lucky the Dog

My mother-in-law sent this to me.  I was a puddle after reading it.  Later that day, a homeschool mom sent out a plea to find a home for a little lost dachshund.    I made the mistake of asking to see a picture.  Now.  Y’all know about my staunch NO PET CLAUSE.  But I think I’m cracking.  DO NOT TELL MY CHILDREN.

Read this, and tell my that you don’t want a dog.  This will melt even the hardest of pet-free hearts.  It almost melted mine.


A Dog Called Lucky
(author unknown)
(not to be confused with one of my earliest posts, A Fish Called Lucky)

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog  named Lucky. Lucky was a  real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a  weekend visit they would warn their friends to  not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself  to whatever struck his  fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something  would come up missing.

Mary or Jim would go to Lucky’s toy  box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid  all of Lucky’s other favorite toys Lucky always stashed his  finds in his toy box  and he was very  particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened  that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told  her she was going to die of this disease….in fact; she was  just sure it was fatal.

She scheduled the double  mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she  was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought  struck her…what would happen to Lucky? Although the  three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary’s dog through and through. If I die,  Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won’t understand  that I didn’t  want to leave him! The  thought made her sadder than thinking of her own  death.

The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than  her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for  over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk  faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable. 

Finally the day came for Mary to leave the  hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she  couldn’t even make it up the steps to her bedroom.   Jim made his wife comfortable on the  couch and left her to nap..

Lucky stood watching  Mary but he didn’t come to her when she called.  It  made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she  dozed.

When Mary woke for a second she  couldn’t understand what was wrong.  She couldn’t move  her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon  gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was  covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!   While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his  favorite things in life.

He had covered  her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying.   Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking  further and further together every day. It’s been 12 years  now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky He still steals  treasures and stashes them in his toy box but  Mary remains his greatest  treasure.


This brought to mind an afternoon when Jensen converted me to a used parking lot while I lay napping on the back porch.  I now think of it as the greatest of compliments.  And Jensen is still technically going through his dog phase. So, the similarities are eerily similar to the Lucky story.  Except that all I have is a wrenched knee.

And I’m quite sure that Jensen’s greatest treasure remains his first love, Minnie Mouse.

6 Responses to Lucky the Dog

  • Nice story, but still no dogs here. I wouldn’t want to be coated in slobbery dog toys anyway. Blech.

  • I’m with Tara. And if you want a dachshund, my brother and sister-in-law have TWO they’ll give you.. for free. Seriously.

    Dogs… blech!

  • Doggie love is the best! I love our little nut job. She brightens our life, even if she is a little…. off….

  • Oh my, I laughed till I cried…at the picture not the dog story!

    Reminded me of…….

    When I was about 14 I wanted to sleep in one Sunday morning and my little sister, she was 8, wanted me to get up and play with her. I refused and rolled over and went back to sleep. When I finally woke up, I was covered in EVERY stuffed animal she and I owned! It was funny! We still laugh about it! 😀

    On the dog front, don’t do it unless you are ready for a baby! Don’t get me wrong, I love our dog but that first year was just like having a baby. You have to watch them to make sure they go “out” and baby proof the house because it’s amazing what they can find to chew (small rubber toys are a favorite, like Polly Pockets and Barbie)

    The only difference between a baby and a dog is that you can leave them home alone in a crate! 🙂

  • Just to be clear…it’s the DOG that’s ok to leave in the crate!