The Lucky Dog by Shirley Isbell
In the Spring of 2000, after a long and exhausting search of the town,
I ended up at the SPCA on Washington Avenue in Houston.
This spotted shepherd, border collie mix is still here for her last day today,
“I promise to be the best Isbell family dog” was what her intelligent eyes did say.
I thought that she would be too hairy and too big for our needs,
But I let them bring her to the room for a quick break and to meet.
She immediately pooped in the farthest corner so I knew she was trained.
She sat on my lap and the communication was unstrained.
She said, “I promise to be the best dog you and your family have ever had.”
“I promise I’ll make up for my hair and my size and never be bad.”
When I loaded her up into the car, she sat just like a lady on the passenger seat.
She ducked her head when we went under each bridge, it was too neat.
She dug holes and she chewed just about everything in the yard,
She jumped on the trampoline and chewed the pads off the bars.
Every time it stormed, she chewed up the fence or the door knobs,
Her loud barking would scare the most hardened criminal thug slobs.
The Lucky Lady would do some strange things when she was scared,
She stunk all the time, even after a bath. But she was so sweet that no one cared.
No matter where she was or what she did, she would come when she was called.
So when she started snapping and getting grouchy we were more than appalled.
She tolerated children, and games, and pulled the kids on their roller blades.
When the kids were playing in the street, she blocked the cars like a barricade.
She shed buckets full of fur year-round that made the biggest mess.
And the birds were content to use Lucky fir to build the finest of nests.
She tolerated the dogs of others, Coco, Frank, and Mac, to name a few.
She even welcomed Fester and Spooky, the outside cats that were new.
She wouldn’t play catch because she caught on to that game.
She did all the running work and I just stayed the same.
As she got older, her tolerance level shortened and bones became brittle.
She was so sweet that the children would want to pet her and startle her a little.
Because her hearing, eyesight and sense of smell diminished so rapidly,
We couldn’t risk that she’d snap and bite someone who was just trying to be friendly.
Lucky dog was more than just the baby girl for me and our family,
She brought happiness, protection, and companionship happily.
When we came home from where ever we happened to go,
She’d raise her front lips into a smile to let you know.
Lucky dog loved and missed you the whole time you were gone,
She protected the house and the family when anything went wrong.
Every time someone walked by the house or knocked on the door,
She would bark continuously – a sound we will SADLY hear no more.