I have an old yellow lab/golden retriever mix male that I snagged from the pound about 6 or 7 years ago. He was in pretty bad shape when I got him. He was guesstimated to be 5 at the time and weighed 29 lbs. He was depressed and lonely and wouldn't eat. He's still like that today, but he weighs closer to 80 lbs now! His registered name is Lucky Lou, but we call him Lucky for short. Or Lucky Luck or Lucky Dog, or Lucky Duck...whatever comes out at the time. He wouldn't answer to the first 3 names I gave him. One day I was talking to him and told him that he was such a lucky dog to have an owner like me and I was so lucky to have a dog like him. Well, he perked right up at the word Lucky so that's what stuck.<br><br><br><br>
Then, 2 years ago I was washing my truck and was taking a break while sitting on the front stoop. I watched this car pull up like it was going to park and it sat there for about 5 minutes or so. I saw the back door open on the opposite side of the street and the car pulled off. They left behind the cutest Shepherd mix. It was just standing there not knowing what to do. I walked over to her and picked her up and we've been loving each other ever since. Her registered name is Heidi Ho, or Hodie Ho, or Heidi Hi, or Ho-Ho..whatever comes out. She takes care of Lucky in a motherly way. I almost lost her though when I took her to the vet to get neutered or spade, whatever you call it for a female. Anyhow, she's a bleeder and they almost couldn't stop the bleeding and she almost bled to death during the surgery. I'm so glad she's o.k. In the process of loving her to pieces nursing her back to health, I baby'd her. So, she is very spoiled but as sweet as sugar.