I call him "El Inocente", the innocent one. He's 10 1/2 now, but retains the childlike innocence and wonderment of a puppy. Everyone is a potential friend, albeit greeted with slightly less enthusiasm, every situation assumed to be safe and fun. This face is never cynical, never disappointed.
In his life, Lucky hasn't known anything but happiness and niceness and love. Lucky thinks human hands can only impart affection and other good feelings. He has a good vocabulary of words and phrases he understands, and apart from two severe ones, "Dare you!" and "Lucky Harries Dagger!", they all fall into the categories of love, praise, and soothing. He has so many character traits and qualities, and every one of them is good; devotion, love, silliness, curiosity, humour, adventurousness, and mindfulness among them. His approach to living is an inspiration. He's a four legged life coach, the living embodiment of all that is good and worthwhile in life, and I've no doubt about one thing. My life wouldn't be where it is today if I'd never been given the chance to know and live with him.
I said right this from the beginning, I wanted him to have a life with people, dog friends, going places and doing fun things. With minimal time spent home alone. A life of inclusion and coming with. And it's all happened. The life we've been able to give him has been the best possible life a city dog can have. And there's still more to come.
I talk to him a lot, and these days, we're discussing our favourite things: love, happiness, and being together. I say to him "Lucky, these are the happy years."
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