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I Love Lucy



And walking down the brown mile is Lucy, the Blythe families' newest member.  Mackenzie decided she wanted something else to pick up after, worry over, so she found this little "heart wrapped in fur".  She is a Lab mix, black, except for some white on her chest, chin and all four paws.  She is the sweetest thing since Brendan was lucky enough to pal-up with Sarah.  She conducted herself extremely well at the audition: within 2 minutes she plopped herself in front of Kenzie wanting tummy rubs.

She came from the same pound as Sarah, too.  She is abnormally sweet and no one, even after a few days, has ever heard her bark. *  





I think pound dogs know that they are castoffs and are so appreciative when they are adopted.  Lucy, on her way home after Drew Noah and I picked her up was all licks, touchy-feely, and very grateful for the peanut butter cracker she got that Norah didn't want.



But like all things in this world, there is a downside.  She is not house-trained, so vigilance must be observed at all ties, lest she leave a memento.  She has already returned to the vets, also to see if she has an infection.  So far she is doing well and is recovering from her spay surgery.   



Her big brown eyes trying to gauge her present circumstances.  


A beseeching paw seeking purchase and reciprocity.



She has recently snuck behind the couch then lifted herself up like this and wave.  Hmmm.    

Since her coming home to Kenzie, Drew and Norah she has done what all new dogs do.  Chew, make messes, escape, dig and get sick.  When I have gone over I can tell you she is sweet and loves to play.  She is a pup and some of this will wear off, and of course, I always recommend dog (owner) training.  I really like her and am glad she has a home. 
So, welcome to the family, Lucy, and long life.

In my visits to the place it ends ups a bit chaotic since I want to spend time with Norah, but Lucy will have none of it.  She is husky pooch and will worm her way wherever you are regardless of your activity.  Once there, she then gets on her back so you can have the supreme pleasure of rubbing her tummy whilst your other hand is a chew toy.  Fun and perfectly natural, but with a wee one at hand, it looks very much like Lucy is trying to establish a different pecking order.

ADDENDUM:  Lucy seems to be operating on borrowed time.  She has been a one-dog wrecking ball and the latest incident has her on probation.  She ate Norah's new swimming pool and has been grounded.  Odds are she stays but may be relegated to the dog house.  Stay tuned,  Lucy is skating on thin ice, and down here, there ain't much ice anywhere.

* Apparently she will bark but it does not seem to be chronic, like a little yapper.  No offense to any yappers out there.

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  1. Looks like our Fletcher who is a lab/border collie mix. Best and smartest dog I've ever had and the best money I've ever spent. He had his rough times in the beginning, as I remember. Seems like rawhide chews and one of my old shoes worked pretty well. I remember once on a business trip, when I arrived, I opened my suitcase and there tucked neatly into the corner was one of his chew bones. The vet told me this combination can have big separation anxiety. :):) Good luck!

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