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A cute, Golden Retriever puppy named Lucky wasn’t born lucky at all. In fact, when she came into the world, she didn’t even have a name. You see, Lucky was part of a large litter of puppies born in a puppy mill.
Lucky’s mother was used as a breeding machine. Over and over, the skinny dog had her litters of puppies. The puppies stayed crammed together in a tiny chicken-wire cage in their own waste. They were unable to stand or sit. Tightly enclosed with her brothers and sisters, Lucky tried to curl up in a little ball to make herself as small as possible, but failed every time.
When Lucky was just a few weeks old, she was shoved onto a truck, where she suffered on the long trip to a pet store. When she arrived, Lucky was advertised as a “cute Golden Retriever puppy.” Although her price tag was high, she lacked any socialization skills. She was very shy and afraid of people. Lucky stayed curled up and waited.
Soon, she was bought by a family who wanted the cute puppy with the light gold fur. Clueless about Lucky’s background, they took her home with them. Soon, the family became frustrated with the sad little puppy that never barked or played. Her eyes stayed vacant, and she didn’t respond to anyone. After only a few weeks, they took her to a street far away, and dumped her on the side of the road.
I missed it this year, and I feel terrible. I didn’t remember that it was Tasha’s birthday until a few days after it had passed.
I’ll get her the usual birthday cupcakes tomorrow and we’ll celebrate. Too bad she doesn’t have any friends this year to help her celebrate. Well, actually she does have friends, but they’re not the birthday types.
Tasha is a rescue, so technically she doesn’t have a birthday. But the man I rescued her from told me (for some reason) that December 23rd was her birthday. So, I celebrate it every year.
Happy Birthday to my girl, who’s now five-years old, but acts about two. I’m so glad we found each other.
Here’s a quick story about my first encounter with a golden retriever.
I lived in a house full of college students. We needed one more renter in our big house.
One day a guy knocked on the door. He was scheduled to check out the house, and for us to check out him. For some reason, it was up to me to see if he’d fit into the household.
I opened the door and didn’t see him. I just saw his golden retriever. It was love at first site. The guy came later.