Some photos of Lucky and Buddy.
It’s pretty sweet how Lucky has made himself at home here. Anyone or anything (neighbors and cats) who come near his enclosure get a good barking at. When I come outside to spend a few minutes with him he gets so damned happy and excited. He’s gonna do just fine, I’m sure of it.
Back to the vet for another shot tomorrow and of course his continuing mange treatment and meds here at home. I’ll be so glad when he gets some relief from the constant itching.
I had no idea that Lucky was so much smaller than Buddy. The size difference is striking!
Fingers crossed that the mange treatments will work their magic and result in a happier, healthier pooch. For the moment, though, the poor guy makes me think of the ironically named character Lucky from Samuel Beckett’s existentialist play Waiting for Godot.
The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th pics also reminded me of this.
a logical reaction to the photos!
I’m a little ashamed to admit I had to go read up on Waiting for Godot as I was not familiar with the play. Loved this line in the Wikipedia description:
When Beckett was asked why Lucky was so named, he replied, “I suppose he is lucky to have no more expectations…”
Lucky is still a puppy and my expectation is that he will grow some, although I doubt he will get as big as Buddy…maybe half that size.