I was given the name Lucy to satisfy the 20+year desire of my human Mom to own a female dog with that name. The results of a DNA test reveal that I’m a mixture of a number of things—mostly a Louisiana Catahoula Leopard Dog. I was born on May 17, 2013.
When I came into their lives, my human Mom and Dad didn’t realize that they needed a puppy. A few weeks previously, their 15-year old border collie/lab mix died. Their adult children visited over the 2013 Labor Day weekend and secretly spent hours at the Mendocino Coast Humane Society where they assessed the temperament of every dog in the place—including my six siblings.
I held back, waiting for the other pups to make total fools of themselves and for the “Dog Whisperers” to determine that I was, indeed, the pick of the litter.
The first few moments with my human Mom were a bit tense as she cried, “No, no….” But she quickly let me into the house where my human Dad went gaga over me.
After my Mom recovered from a two-week bout of vertigo, she took me to Puppy Kindergarten and eventually to obedience classes.
I am now a certified AKC Canine Good Citizen (although many suspect I cheated on the final exam). My Mom has enrolled me in more enrichment classes than she enrolled her human children.
My goofy good looks solicit expressions of delight from everyone I meet on my daily walks. I used to return this excitement by peeing on them, but I’ve learned most don’t appreciate it, so I’ve stopped.
I feel it is my mission to destroy toys within 24 hours, to rifle through the recycle bin under my Mom’s desk to capture paper to rip up on the living room rug, to completely re-landscape the yard, and gnaw on my Mom’s arm whenever I need a walk.
I am honored to be a contributor to this blog.