Have you ever heard of the “HELL OF KORNOS”? That’s a place they call a shelter for dogs. In reality it was a prison, without (medical) care and too little food and clean water and you are sitting in your own excrement.
Well I was sitting there, but luckily I was saved. And upon my rescue, I was given the name Lucky.
I was rescued by the owners of the Hope for Homeless shelter. Right away I knew it was good. Soft voices, sweet words and caresses along my head. I was checked and then I was allowed to stay with Hope for Homeless in a nice clean pen, I was given food, drink and attention.
The volunteers were talking about one Ozzy? I did not get it. But then she told me that I looked a lot like Ozzy, just as beautiful, sweet in character and even had the same scar on my buttock.
I didn’t know Ozzy, but that’s a dog who had been rescued before with a broken hip and many wounds. That he was also very lucky and has now been adopted by a Dutch family. He has a very nice life there and is the most pampered dog they know.
Well, my name is Lucky, and that is of course for a reason. I want that too!
I also want to be lucky enough to be adopted by a lovely family, who also spoil me a lot. I want to be the 2nd most spoiled dog.
They say I have everything, I am calm, sweet, have a soft character, love hugs, can be with children and other dogs. In short, I am a perfect dog to be included in your family.
Let me be lucky that you include me in your family, you just have to call.