Post #3571494

My dear friend Suzanne Carpenter had a little dog named Lucky. Damn thing was suicidal. Pretty much every time it ever got loose, which happened way too often if you want to know my opinion, it would end up in the road and then get run over. I honestly lost count of how many times that dog got hit by cars. Lucky would also seek out chocolate and acquire it by any means necessary. It ate so much chocolate that it eventually ended up developing seizures, and then down the line, outright strokes. And yet, it lived to be something like 18 years. It’s been so long I don’t recall exactly how he passed or exactly how old, just remember Suzanne would talk about how old he was all the time.