One of my favorite shots of Lucky. He had dimples when he smiled and his ears would raise to look like a matador's head gear.

Lucky would turn with his back toward you and stand up so you could give him a hug.
He lived for our ritual of me whispering in his ear that it was time for a walk.
One time I told him that and he went into such a wild state that he jumped up on the coffee table. He was as surprised as I was.

He was a tall fella and I was fixing myself a "Dagwood" sandwich in the microwave.
When I pulled it out, it was too hot to eat, so I left it on the counter to cool.
He went into the kitchen, got up on his back feet and grabbed the thing off the kitchen counter. He was a sweetheart, but I was NOT getting that sandwich back!