Okay. Sort of.
Here's our story.
One night before Husband was my husband, and was still living at home in Tremonton, he drove his sexy wonderful teal Jeep home, and he got out, and there was a black pup sitting there on the sidewalk.
He kind of just figured it was someone's dog that had gotten out of their yard or whatever, didn't think anything of it.
She followed him to the front door.
His dad came out and said "whose dog is that?"
Husband: "...I don't know, it was just there when I got out of my car..."
His dad promptly picks up the pup (which isn't really a pup, by the way, she was quite large, even then) and proceeds to walk to every house within a seven-block radius (okay, that was an exaggeration, but he went to all the plausible houses close by) and asked at every one if this was their dog.
Everyone said no.
Well, my parents-in-law have two dogs, and a very nice, large, dog-friendly, fenced-in backyard. So they stuck her back there. And the next day, Husband says, "So remember how one of your conditions for getting married is that you have to have a dog?"
(I might have paraphrased that.)
And I said, "...Yeah..."
And he pulled out his phone and showed me a picture.
She's beautiful. And so smart!! But she fails at frisbee. Yesterday while we were all playing catch in my parents'-in-law backyard (some with a football, some with a frisbee, some with wiffle balls--that was mostly our tiny nephew and his dad--and some with all of them at once), I grabbed one of the frisbees because she was watching them with her ears all perked up and her tongue hanging out. So I threw it--directly at her open mouth. All it did was hit her smack in the face and then she picked it up with her tail wagging, and looked so proud of herself.
Good job, Dog. You caught it.
So anyway, that's our dog, Lucky. :) She's great! Here is a picture (sorry that it's blurry, I only just managed to take it before she decided that my camera was a treat and she should eat it):
We still have to teach her manners--like, jumping on people is not an appropriate way to say hello, and neither is sitting on someone's face just because they decided to lie down on the grass near you. But I am confident that her social skills will only get better, and that she will be a good girl, and learn her lessons. Unlike this dog. Anyway, tootles, everyone!!
