At our first meeting, Lucy and I sat together on Marge’s kitchen floor for over an hour. Lucy never left my side and, likewise, I never left hers.
After watching us together, Marge said she had never seen such a perfect pair. We were able to cut through the red adoption tape in record time and Lucy was mine or I should say we were ‘each others.’
It was a close one though. Marge and her husband thought Lucy was such a wonderful dog they had seriously considered keeping Lucy for themselves.
It gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it.
Here is another significant fact about Lucy. When Lucy and her pups first arrived at Marge’s house Lucy didn’t really have a name. Marge said that she was kind of referred to as Blackie. Well, it didn’t take Marge long to decide that Lucy was a far better moniker for her than Blackie.
Saying ‘I love, Blackie’ just doesn’t have the same ring as saying, ‘I love Lucy’!
Don’t you agree?