My husband and I found a little 12 week old pup near the lower ninth on our last day of animal rescue with GAR (Guerrilla Animal Rescue) in New Orleans just four weeks after Hurricane Katrina decimated the area (which means he was only 8 weeks old when he went through the storm -- AND survived!). We named this little miracle Lucky-Dawg (said with appropriate southern drawl, y'all) and had him flown to us in Los Angeles after a few weeks of love and nurturing from a vet friend in nearby Florida. About a year later, another friend rescued a six month old pup he met while working at the Nebraska State Fair. Lincoln, as we named him, was tied to a carney truck day after day with no food and little water. For a mere $40, the 'owner' sold him to our friend who brought him to us with the hope that we would take him in. Of course we could not refuse such a darling creature. Lucky-Dawg and Lincoln became fast friends and are true soul brothers. Aside from complementing each others' beautiful brindle coats and being perfectly matched for play (weighing in at a robust 75 lbs each) they also strike a perfect balance in their personalities! Lucky is our Buddah, Linc is our Clown, and every day they bring utter joy into our lives and to everyone they meet. Good dawgs!!
Jenn LohrLos Angeles, CA
