Lucky

We rescued this dog a while back named "Lucky." IMO, any rescue named Lucky should be given a new name because they aren't lucky if they ended up in a rescue. You may as well call a dog Lucifer, or unLucky. This dog was a nightmare. He changed our home for the worse. My motto has always been once a member of the family, always a member of the family, but this guy peed on the beds and barked when ice cubes fell in the ice maker. I tried everything to help him. There was no training this dog and that's coming from a behaviorist. If I can train a cat to pee in the toilet, then I figured I could train a dog to calm his nerves. I couldn't. (I later learned it's in his breed). Lucky drove me insane. He just had to go. I knew the girls were going to freak out when I brought him back, but they got over it and rarely bring up his name unless to admit he was a pain in the ass. They do miss his submissively sweet self.

And that's when the idea came to me. I've been searching for ways to get out my pain using my creativity. I dance. I write. I read. There's more in there, I need to help someone suffering. My problem is I haven't decide if I should write a book for children, adolescents, or adults. I can see a coloring book series for kids coping with crises or maybe a coming of age story about kids coping with divorce called "The D Club." My girls seem to feel Different now. They are in Disbelief. They Don't understand. Having been there myself, I know how they feel. I'll let my creativity lead the way and I know that either way, it's story about a lucky girl who was once unlucky, and the end of the story is a happy one.

I need to know what happened to the dog Lucky. I hope he found an old lady with nothing to do but sit and pet him. He'd bark at an intruder, or an ice cube and she/he'd be happy to have someone to holler at. I'm crossing my fingers he has a happy ending.