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Me and my Luckydog
This picture  was taken the first day Lucky showed up
It was about two years after my dog had died. The day after an ice storm, I walked outside to see the sun sparkling off the trees. It was a sight to behold and one I will never forget. While walking around I saw what looked like a fox tail. It was Lucky not 3 feet from where I had buried Pickles (a dog I had for 18 years).
When I called him he started to run away but stopped in his tracks when I yelled come.
To make a long story short, I went into the house found some sausage. It was not long before Lucky was eating out of my hand.
He was sick, hungry, and cold. He weighed about 48 pounds then.