Lucki was the best damn dog ever, and I do not say that with any sort of bias. She was a large dog, a lab mixed with Sharpei or Chow. She had a black tongue and her skin would fold over her face at times. She was a big, fluffy golden lap dog, or so she thought. People would met her and want to take her home. She was a great ambassador for mixed breeds. Even though she was extremely large, she was also extremely gently. She would let kids lay on her and she let me use her for a pillow at times. She even ate like a princess, one piece of food at a time. It was odd to see such a big girl eat as gently as she did. So, when she passed away and I found her, to say it was devastating would be an understatement.
Although she wasn’t my only dog at the time. There was Buddy, a lab/dal mix and Apache an AKC dalmatian. So, six months after Lucki passed, Buddy was sick and dying and Apache had developed cancer. I lost both of them at the same time.
When that happened my vet asked if I would be getting another dog and my response was simply, “I am not ready”.
Earlier this year, I decided I wanted a puppy. Everyone told me that getting a puppy, at this time in my life, was not a good idea. These statements didn’t change the fact that, I still wanted a puppy. So began my search for the perfect puppy for me.
