About 8am June 1, 2013, I got a rather distressed phone call from my eldest daughter saying she'd found a rather emaciated, flea ridden pup at the base of a dumpster, in the middle of nowhere, trying to find food. It was freezing and raining. I told her to bring the pup home, we'd feed it, train it up, foster it for a bit and find a forever home. Apparently when my daughter put her in the car, the pup curled up immediately at her feet and went to sleep. We were a foster fail. I took the pup to the vet - micro chipped her, wormed her and vaccinated her. We estimated her to be about 4.5-5 months of age.
Lucky Dog is not the dog I would have chosen - I am deadly serious when I say this. She had her issues. She was a difficult dog who pushed me almost beyond my limits. She broke me down as a trainer and built me back up again. There were times when I thought that I should not have a dog like her. I considered rehoming her. I then thought that I'd be no good as a trainer if I didn't get it right. So I persevered. It was blood, sweat and a tonne of tears. I had very dark days with her.
I have a deep connection with all my dogs. The connection I had with Lucky Dog was different though. She made me the trainer I am today. When I have people call me and tell me about their dogs that have issues - believe me - I know and I feel your pain. Before Lucky Dog, I did not have the compassion for people with difficult dogs. I certainly do now. They say you get the dog you need at the time. I certainly did with her and I will be forever thankful and grateful.
She was awful, she was wonderful, she was trying, she was considerate, she was a constant challenge, she was incredible, she was jealous, she was kind, she was goofy. With all that, she was the best demonstrator dog I have ever had. She shone the brightest and left a mark on everyone she came into contact with. Words can’t really describe her.
She is an Angel now.