At 3:35 p.m. came the call; The Dog With No Name was safe in the crate and on his way to the vet. No other dogs were available, but at least we had one in safety. We were to meet in the clinic parking lot. There he was . . . a lovely face, poopies in his beard, and an absolute REFUSAL TO WALK. Sound familiar? Now we're wondering if Bosco and DWNN came from the same place.
	'Ethan' was told he was about 1.5 years old, was never given a name, and no vet records or anything else. Take it or leave it . . . I told 'Ethan' he should name the dog, and he exclaimed, LUCKY! 'Cause this is his lucky day!
We had to "pour" him out of the crate . . . . . . and he still refused to move . . . . . . so 'Ethan' made a sling and off we went to see the dogtor . . .

CONTINUE THE STORY OF LUCKY HERE