About Me

My (Real) Story

The first 8 years of my life were spent on an acreage about 5 miles south of the town that would eventually become my home. I may have lived on an acreage, but I rarely was allowed outside. In fact I was kept in my dog crate in a bedroom with 2 other dogs in their crates. The human that owned seven of us German shepherds and 3 other dogs was old and had respiratory problems. When my owner passed away, her niece came to look after the estate and she didn't like dogs. She called a local woman with a reputation for helping dogs and gave her 5 days for her to find homes for all of us dogs or we would be put to sleep.

Within 2 hours of an add being placed on an online classified site, my dad came to rescue me. I call him Troll (big, hairy, stupid. - you get the picture) He called me Lucky because I was the first of the seven German shepherds to be rescued. 

My first day in my forever home, I was very weak. I missed the only home that I had ever known and would lay against the door of the house or back gate of my new yard. Being a rescue dog, I had many obstacles to overcome. To his credit, Troll was very patient with me and I loved my new Gran. I had to be house trained, learn to walk on a leash and later off the leash. I didn't even enjoy truck rides. 

Troll was looking after Gran, who was suffering from dementia, and eventually I looked after both of them. The three of us were very happy and I made many good friends. Being an older GSD, Troll knew that I was likely to develop arthritis in my hips. As the onset of arthritis began, Troll adapted things to help me manage and still remain an active part of the family. 

Little by little my the pain from my arthritis grew and my world shrunk in order to give me as good a life as possible. In late May of this year a tragedy occurred and my life was changed forever. My beloved Gran had a stroke and a week later she passed away. 

I missed Gran terribly and I would spend all my time in her room waiting for her to come home, but she never did. 

As much as I wanted to stay with Troll, I knew that my Gran needed me with her as well. My arthritis pain got worse. I had good days and bad days. It was a surprise on Wednesday morning when I could no longer stand up by myself. I could only walk a few steps without falling. Troll and I both knew that it was time for me to make the journey. 

Please don't feel sorry for me. The last 4 years of my life were the best years. I had a loving home and someone to care for me. Now that I have crossed over the bridge, I am pain free and happily playing with my Gran and my fursibs. 

I always have a smile on my face 

My good friend, A Horse With No Name

Rub My Belly!

My Sweet and Innocent look

Taking a break at the edge of a wheat field

Walking on a gravel road

Autumn on the prairies

I Love Snow (OMD my butt is cold)

Gran (We are together again)

Me with my Avro Arrow

The #PSGT gang

I was one of the co-founders of Sweet Moo and the Troublemakers

My ball heaven 

Checking out my vintage Jag-U-ar

At home in the small town with a big sausage 

Enjoying a day on the slopes

Spa day

playing with my pal Cooper

On stage with Sammy

Mardi gras with Moo, Shayna and Roxy

enjoying a little drink before I set sail in search of golden tequila

Moo, Sadie and I getting our Hula on

Moo and I test driving a DeLorean

I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me

Always first on Santas good list

At home on the ice

No explanation required

On stage with Jimmy

The Fixer

Grey cup 2014

My favourite hat 

winter

I love tequila