Lucky was brought home by one of my then high school kids. The story was they were at a Labor Day Party and he was being abused. He was tiny, just 6 weeks old! He ruled the household from the day he arrived. Even the older dogs didn’t challenge him! He had an attitude and was often referred to as “Prince Lucky”. He was fearless and a bit of a bully, but would never hurt another dog. He barked at thunder and lightening, made friends with the coyote that lives behind our house. He loved Pupperoni, walks and small children. Thirteen years later, he’s gone and our house will never be under control again.