A few of you may have read here how both my beloved labradors were recently murdered (poisoned).
This is a follow up to that.
Obviously we were very sad to lose both our dogs like that and not to mention our place (slightly remote) suddenly became an open house to thieves and not to mention all the other animals that seemed to immediately move in the day after. Cat's, dogs, rats, they all realised it was safe to roam.
The other day I went up into the hills to ride my dirt bike and my Mrs went to the temple to pray for our dogs as is the way here. We left the house at the same time and about a half hour into my drive up into the hills I come around a corner and here is a golden lab standing on the side of the road. I had to stop because although it had an unmistakable labs head the rest of it was virtually unrecognizable. Emancipated would be putting it mildly, more like knocking on deaths door.
Well as soon as I got out of the car it came to me so happy it was pissing itself and looking into my open car in a way that I knew it had been dumped and thought it's owner had come back.
I had to take it and duly loaded it on the back of my ute where it was happy to sit but was so hungry it started to eat my bikes front mudguard. I drove on to the next village and bought some bbq chicken of which the first two pieces he ate stick and all before I had a chance to remove them.
I tied this poor thing up at my mates place and went for my ride then brought him home where he was welcomed by our family and given all the food it could eat. It has been a week now and he is filling out and settled in barking at strangers and earning his keep.
He is a bout 5 years old but all his lower front teeth are worn down as well as his upper front (he still hads his upper fangs) and wondered how this could be, he isn't that old. Well, he seems to likes to eat rocks and dirt as I was cleaning some stones out of the yard and when I threw them into the ditch he ran and fetched them and started chewing making me think he may have survived on stones, to at least have something going through his stomach? Wierd.
I'm not that supersticious but it was uncanny how I found him at exactly the same time my wife was praying for our lost dogs souls.....
There was only one name to give him.
Lucky.