Lucky joined the family sometime late in 1992, after the untimely death of B-Bear, a cock-a-poo that somehow got into rat poison (sorry, no digital pics available). His cage at the shelter stated he was an 11 mo old Pomeranian mix named "Roster"(?); we wanted to take him home immediately, but the shelter didn't take plastic for the adoption fee, & I was very short of cash. It was Sunday, they would close before I could get back from an ATM...it was decided that I, working nights at the time, would go back Mon am with the cash, & bring him home. The trouble with that was he bonded to me as The Alpha Male, & all these other pack members would be forever betas, & of little concern to him & his arrogant Pom way of thinking; he has had little use for our Stupid Pet Tricks we tried to teach him over the years, "Fetch? You gotta be kidding me..." His chief activity was to lay on the back porch, ready to pursue any squirrels that dare to tread in his realm, & the occasional play-fight; his growling often sounds very human, the only dog I've ever known that could say "noooo".

The squirrel pursuits were amazing sometimes, for a little short-legged dog he was surprisingly quick; I once saw him miss a squirrel's tail by inches before the little gray bastard made it up the tree. Cheaters!!!

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