Here is what Lucky's mom Melania has to say about Lucky:
I came home late in the day on Tuesday, and walked into the backyard to take care of the animals. I saw a beige blur moving in the wildflower garden and thought the chickens were out again. I checked the coop, saw they were all locked in, then got busy gathering eggs, filling water and food, and forgot all about the beige blur.
The next morning I had an early meeting, so I put our five dogs into their yard and went to open the greenhouse for the day. This time of year we leave the door open a foot or so, and as I walked toward it I saw a bundle of yarn piled on top of my plant blankets. "What the...," I thought as I walked closer. The bundle jumped off the blankets and cowered under a table. It was a very matted little dog, clearly scared. I had found my beige blur.
I brought him a bowl of food, opened the greenhouse, made sure he had water, and rushed to my meeting. I called Fred and updated him on my morning. Neither one of us could figure out how a little dog found its way into our quite secure yard. That afternoon we met in the backyard and searched for the little dog. No dog anywhere. Fred went inside (I assume thinking I had lost my mind), and I went through the gate into our garden area, even though I really didn't think a dog could fit between the gate and fence. He was curled in the soft dirt under a juniper tree and wouldn't come out. I retrieved Fred and some sliced ham from the kitchen and went back to the dog. He would eat my ham, but not let me touch him , and when I moved too fast he ran in the other direction. Fred waited until he stopped then crawled on his belly until he could pet the dog. The dog let Fred pick him up. I held the little dog, more matted smelly shaking fur than dog, while Fred made a bed in the garage.
Once the little dog stopped trembling, I held him on my lap while Fred trimmed the worst of his mats from around a very runny eye. We settled him into a bundle of blankets, with food and water nearby, and checked on him off and on throughout the evening. He became more used to us, until he didn't even jump up when we entered the garage. Neither one of us know much about toy breeds, so we kept running Google searches on every toy breed name trying to guess what he was. Pekingese? Pomeranian? some sort of toy terrier?
Fred took him to San Juan Vet in the morning, where he had a thorough exam, blood and stool tests, vaccinations, and a gentle shave. He appeared to be a four to five year old Yorkshire Terrier, had heartworm (luckily heart looked normal on X-ray), Giardia, fleas, an infected eye, sore spots on his skin, and a rotten tooth. He came home with a bright red bandana, lots of pills, and eye drops. He met our seven cats, five dogs, and two ducks, then took a nap on the couch.
He still needs a full dental with extractions and a neuter, but can't have them until he finishes his heartworm treatment. I think this story will have a happy ending! One of the ladies in my office has a young daughter who has been asking for a little dog that can come into the house. Once they get their yard little dog proof, and we make sure they are ready for his medical needs, he will move in with his own family.
Thanks for taking such good care of him.
-Melania
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