Sweet little Lucy came to our family the Christmas of 2005. She was an adorable little chocolate Lab puppy (or so I was told) that we gave to Master D for Christmas. We were reading the Chronicles of Narnia books at the time and the first movie had just come out and we all loved it, so we pretty much all agreed to the name “Lucy”. We already had Roxie but (wrongly oh so wrongly) we thought that the older dog would teach the puppy to be a better dog. All Roxie really taught Lucy was how to be afraid of thunder and fireworks. Thank heavens not to the extent of Roxie’s phobia but enough to scratch up a few doors. Lucy started off as being the Chewer from He%#. We didn’t have a fence at Southfork (don’t get me started) so she could get to the front door easily and she did – ANYTHING at all left on the doorstep or in the yard was fair game so she chewed up and destroyed many books including library books my fellow book club ladies had dropped off – all packages that arrived on the porch which included but was not limited to – brand new shoes, a brand new cellphone, brand new clothing items – she got any treats left by visiting teachers, birthdays or friends – she chewed up bicycle seats and bike trailers belonging to my babysitter and the kids friends – as well as countless socks and shoes which earned her the rightful nickname of Lucifer. Oh man, did she start off as a terrible puppy. We had her DNA tested a year or two ago and it came back 75% Lab and 25% Rottweiler – she did not look or act anything like a Rottweiler and she was pretty small so she must have been the runt.

But she came to be a well loved sweetheart of a dog. She got her nose attacked by a porcupine not once but TWICE! It left scars. She didn’t get to run with B as much as Roxie did but if you let go of the leash, she’d keep you in her sights and come back as soon as you called her. She got to an age where every dog sitter we hired was scared to death they’d find her dead for the last couple years. She was losing the use of her back legs (TT wanted to get her a wheelchair) and she could hardly get up to get out of her crate or make it up the two stairs from the garage into the house. So on January 28th, 2021 we had to put her down. I couldn’t bring myself to go so B and Master D were with her. They gave her chocolate. She was a very good dog.