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by bellybabe » 17 Oct 2004, 17:45
Our next door neighbours where I grew up had a Jack Russell. It was rescued by them and so named, of course, "Lucky". Lucky had a happy life, yapping at postwomen and neighbours. He lived happily in that same house for nearly ten years, enjoying the freedom of their reasonably-sized back garden every day, several times a day.
One day, Lucky wanted to go out as usual into the back garden. Mr Carson opened the door, Lucky ran out, full speed, smack into a wall that had always been there, and died.
You couldn't make it up.
All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt!
-Lucy Van Pelt (in Peanuts, by Charles M. Schulz)