The toy

Lucky is still not too happy about getting his picture taken. As you can see in the first pic, he's giving me "the look". You know the one that says, "Please don't steal my soul mr. silver boxy thing with the bright light!" Then he would scoot off. In the last pic here, you can se that he figured out he can't see it if he hides his face. First he tried to hide his big ol' body behind my 16 lb Cody. Nope, too small. Next he tucked his head behind the bed and I figured he'd had enough. He's a beautiful boy. It won't be long and I'll be able to sneak a happy picture. He's perked up quite a bit but he is still scared of everything.

Speaking of scared, you will note the horrible, frightening, dangerous saw in the 2nd picture. Well, that's what Lucky thinks of it anyway. This is the one toy that has never been destroyed by a foster coming through and I've had many who were especially talented at shredding things. Where the blue handle is, if you squeeze it, it will make a fairly loud quick sawing sound that lasts probably around 15-20 seconds. (not something you want to step on in the middle of the night if you are faint of heart, let me tell you!) This morning Lucky discovered this little treasure in the toy box. He trotted over to the dog bed, gingerly chewing on the yellow part. Then to his extreme horror he managed to squeeze the blue part. At first the sawing noise shocked the puddin' outta him. Then he started trying to make it saw again. When he would get it to work, he would tilt his head and put his ears up (one stays down like a lab, the other sticks up like a shepard whose ears haven't quite learned to stand yet.) He seemed interested in it for a few minutes. Then it was almost like the thing bit him. He quickly walked away from it. Now I can't he makes a wide circle to go around it and when I picked it up to toss it in the box, he took off and hid. Strange fears, this guy. Funny it's one of the few toys that my big girl Lexy actually likes!

Lucky is a sweet boy though. He stepped up on the couch to lay beside me and snuggled his head on top of my feet. Amazing how dogs can roll themselves in to such tight balls that you would never know how big they started out. Course, Lucky's not big. At about 44 lbs, he's just a lanky fellow. He's got those long legs and a long, lean body and a big lab head. He sure has those lab eyes too. Those eyebrows going up and down are constantly on the go. He's still got some puppy in him, but mainly the curiousity part. He's an easy boy to have around and really quite gentle for as young as he is. Now if we can just help him to get over the fears he's been ingrained with, he might just be another nearly perfect dog!