LUCKY FKA PABLO
It was Mother’s Day, and we were just visiting the shelter. We were not going to adopt so soon after losing our beloved pocket pit, Penny, to cancer.
Then there was Pablo. Compact, soft and a little timid. He had a bad case of kennel cough; his small body arched with every wrenching, hacking gag. Pablo’s kennel card read: No Child, Experienced Owner Only. He must have lots of problems, I thought. Too much work, too soon.
We went home to sleep on it. Then, Brendan saw the post of “Urgent: To Be Destroyed” list on Facebook. And Pablo’s picture was right on top: big, brown eyes and those pink ears with black polka-dots.
Well then, it’s settled. We took a Zipcar and went to the shelter at 8 am and pulled him off Death Row.
We named him Lucky. Lucky is remarkably calm. He sniffs everything and looks up at everyone when he passes them, wanting to make friends. At home, he is a skilled counter-surfer, snuggles eagerly, and makes himself comfortable on the pillow-top mattress. He lets kids pet him with a relaxed body posture and wagging tail. Guess the assessment from ACC was WAY off the mark!
When we take our daily walks at Hudson River Park, Lucky is often admired by locals and tourists alike. “What a beautiful dog!” It’s true he is blessed with the good looks. It fills us with pride even though we can’t take credit for his striking physique.
It’s hard to imagine why someone would abandon such a handsome, sweet and loving creature. But we are lucky to have him.
Lucky loves playing tug on the pier, eating grass-fed beef, and learning English with the help of fresh chicken bits. He is going places and he knows it.
Thank you for your posting on Facebook; it saved Lucky’s life and changed ours.