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One Lucky Dog (Will, That Is!)

We all know how lucky we are to have our pets, but getting ready for St. Patrick’s day reminded me that there is often more than a little luck involved in finding our pets in the first place.

 

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The one that almost got away

If I hadn’t left my job in Washington, DC for one in New York, I never would have been in a position to have a dog at all.  Or if I had decided to wait until later in the year (as I originally intended) to get a dog, I would never have found Eko.  Thankfully, I had the luck of the Irish with me and picked up the phone on the right day at the right time.  The rest is history!  Eko is my good luck charm, so it is only fitting that we will celebrate St. Patrick’s Day in style.

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I have a feeling this “lady’s dog” will have no trouble getting smooches

Chicago is known for one of the best St. Patrick’s parades in the country, so I am excited to check it out firsthand this Saturday.  Eko is not one to shy away from revelry (he was a big hit at Mardi Gras in New Orleans) but unfortunately there is no good way for him to get downtown since we can’t drive.  Don’t worry though, we will check out some local festivities before I go and Eko will no doubt be content to hang out at home with his “pot of gold”.

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For Eko, a pot of food glows even brighter than a pot of gold!

Anyone else have a lucky break when it came to finding their pet?

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22 Comments

Yes – ours was more of a sad break than a lucky one. We were originally supposed to get Sarge’s sister – but she passed away from heart failure the day before we were supposed to pick her up. Broke our hearts – we decided not to get another dog. But we couldn’t say no to Sarge whose original adopters backed out. We’re SO lucky he’s ours – and he was born on March 17, so he’s extra lucky!

The shelter where we found Lola didn’t usually have puppies, just older dogs, but someone had dumped her in a parking lot, so they took her in. The volunteers had to watch over her carefully because she was so small they were afraid that the hawks would swoop down and get her when she played in the yard.

She was the softest, wiggliest, crazyiest ball of fur, and her main goal the day we met her was untying our shoelaces. We fell in love instantly. She’ll be seven this month and I can’t imagine life without her.

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