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Lucky was a drug house dog,
one of hundreds in the lower mainland. When he cried with loneliness his
muzzle was wired closed. The scars will be with him forever (you can see
them faintly in the picture), but his dear doggy soul was not scarred and
now he is in a home that is pure heaven to a dog – lots of swimming and
hiking and never alone.
Photo credit: Judy Stone
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