The "P" stands for Poodle.
AKA "Lucas P. Dog" (used when upset with him)
Actual Kennel Name: Jean Luc Granger
My Luke was my best friend and constant shadow. I don't know which one of us meant the most to the other.
Luke died peacefully on his special pillow beside my desk. He did not suffer and remained alert until minutes before he died. He died of an apparent stroke at the age of 14.
Luke was a very intelligent animal who never had a problem communicating with me or other humans. Luke always got his point across. He was amazing in so many ways. Luke's fake sneezes meant "yes". They also meant "I want to go outside". His "sister", our chihuahua Rita, picked up on this at an early age. She still sneezes.
After Luke lost most of his hearing (during the last couple of years) he and I worked out hand and body signals. He would still sneeze when needed. It was very funny and a great memory I will always hold dear.
When Luke got too old to jump into his chair he would walk over to it (the recliner) in our bedroom, stand there and look over at me as if to say, "Well?". I would dutifully get up and lift him into the chair. Fortunately, Luke could jump down, just not up.
The last day of his life, I had to carry him outside to so he could go poop. He tried to sneeze until I got the idea.
It reminds me of the times he would want to "go outside" three times in ten minutes just so he could get his "cookie" for being a good boy. This was no dumb animal.
Another favorite memory is "kick....the dog". I would shoot my right foot out a little ways in his direction on the word "kick", hold it, and then say "the dog". This unnerved Luke everytime. He would slink towards the floor and slowly walk away to his corner. As if that dog was ever kicked!
Luke got very sick this past February. He would hang his head off the side of my bed and wheeze and cough. This went on for too long. Finally, I put him on the floor and got down there with him. I held him and I cried. I prayed to the Lord to either take Luke or heal him. I also sneaked in a request to give me one more year with him. The Lord made no promises, but the next morning Luke was his old self again. I hadn't seen him so vital in a long time. He would even run when he was outside.
I have so many memories, like the time he dug out of the yard and proceeded to turned himself in at City Hall. Luke had to cross a very busy six-lane street to get there. He followed a lady into the building. He ended up spending a Sunday in jail. The animal shelter was closed because it was a weekend. The only available cage was one they had for big dogs. All I could do was stand outside and look through a window. There was little Luke sitting dead center defiantly looking out through the bars of a huge cage. He looked like a rebel in jail. I'm surprised he didn't get tattooed.
Luke was a joy and a pain in the butt. I cherish every minute of the years we were together. I'm sad that the time is over, but I'm glad I have the memories.
I still wave my hand in a "come on" fashion towards his corner every night at bedtime. Luke slept in our bedroom at night. I always had to wake him up to go to bed.
(Click on photos to enlarge)
AKA "Lucas P. Dog" (used when upset with him)
Actual Kennel Name: Jean Luc Granger
My Luke was my best friend and constant shadow. I don't know which one of us meant the most to the other.
Luke died peacefully on his special pillow beside my desk. He did not suffer and remained alert until minutes before he died. He died of an apparent stroke at the age of 14.
Luke was a very intelligent animal who never had a problem communicating with me or other humans. Luke always got his point across. He was amazing in so many ways. Luke's fake sneezes meant "yes". They also meant "I want to go outside". His "sister", our chihuahua Rita, picked up on this at an early age. She still sneezes.
After Luke lost most of his hearing (during the last couple of years) he and I worked out hand and body signals. He would still sneeze when needed. It was very funny and a great memory I will always hold dear.
When Luke got too old to jump into his chair he would walk over to it (the recliner) in our bedroom, stand there and look over at me as if to say, "Well?". I would dutifully get up and lift him into the chair. Fortunately, Luke could jump down, just not up.
The last day of his life, I had to carry him outside to so he could go poop. He tried to sneeze until I got the idea.
It reminds me of the times he would want to "go outside" three times in ten minutes just so he could get his "cookie" for being a good boy. This was no dumb animal.
Another favorite memory is "kick....the dog". I would shoot my right foot out a little ways in his direction on the word "kick", hold it, and then say "the dog". This unnerved Luke everytime. He would slink towards the floor and slowly walk away to his corner. As if that dog was ever kicked!
Luke got very sick this past February. He would hang his head off the side of my bed and wheeze and cough. This went on for too long. Finally, I put him on the floor and got down there with him. I held him and I cried. I prayed to the Lord to either take Luke or heal him. I also sneaked in a request to give me one more year with him. The Lord made no promises, but the next morning Luke was his old self again. I hadn't seen him so vital in a long time. He would even run when he was outside.
I have so many memories, like the time he dug out of the yard and proceeded to turned himself in at City Hall. Luke had to cross a very busy six-lane street to get there. He followed a lady into the building. He ended up spending a Sunday in jail. The animal shelter was closed because it was a weekend. The only available cage was one they had for big dogs. All I could do was stand outside and look through a window. There was little Luke sitting dead center defiantly looking out through the bars of a huge cage. He looked like a rebel in jail. I'm surprised he didn't get tattooed.
Luke was a joy and a pain in the butt. I cherish every minute of the years we were together. I'm sad that the time is over, but I'm glad I have the memories.
I still wave my hand in a "come on" fashion towards his corner every night at bedtime. Luke slept in our bedroom at night. I always had to wake him up to go to bed.
(Click on photos to enlarge)
The "P" stands for Poodle.
AKA "Lucas P. Dog" (used when upset with him)
Actual Kennel Name: Jean Luc Granger
My Luke was my best friend and constant shadow. I don't know which one of us meant the most to the other.
Luke died peacefully on his special pillow beside my desk. He did not suffer and remained alert until minutes before he died. He died of an apparent stroke at the age of 14.
Luke was a very intelligent animal who never had a problem communicating with me or other humans. Luke always got his point across. He was amazing in so many ways. Luke's fake sneezes meant "yes". They also meant "I want to go outside". His "sister", our chihuahua Rita, picked up on this at an early age. She still sneezes.
After Luke lost most of his hearing (during the last couple of years) he and I worked out hand and body signals. He would still sneeze when needed. It was very funny and a great memory I will always hold dear.
When Luke got too old to jump into his chair he would walk over to it (the recliner) in our bedroom, stand there and look over at me as if to say, "Well?". I would dutifully get up and lift him into the chair. Fortunately, Luke could jump down, just not up.
The last day of his life, I had to carry him outside to so he could go poop. He tried to sneeze until I got the idea.
It reminds me of the times he would want to "go outside" three times in ten minutes just so he could get his "cookie" for being a good boy. This was no dumb animal.
Another favorite memory is "kick....the dog". I would shoot my right foot out a little ways in his direction on the word "kick", hold it, and then say "the dog". This unnerved Luke everytime. He would slink towards the floor and slowly walk away to his corner. As if that dog was ever kicked!
Luke got very sick this past February. He would hang his head off the side of my bed and wheeze and cough. This went on for too long. Finally, I put him on the floor and got down there with him. I held him and I cried. I prayed to the Lord to either take Luke or heal him. I also sneaked in a request to give me one more year with him. The Lord made no promises, but the next morning Luke was his old self again. I hadn't seen him so vital in a long time. He would even run when he was outside.
I have so many memories, like the time he dug out of the yard and proceeded to turned himself in at City Hall. Luke had to cross a very busy six-lane street to get there. He followed a lady into the building. He ended up spending a Sunday in jail. The animal shelter was closed because it was a weekend. The only available cage was one they had for big dogs. All I could do was stand outside and look through a window. There was little Luke sitting dead center defiantly looking out through the bars of a huge cage. He looked like a rebel in jail. I'm surprised he didn't get tattooed.
Luke was a joy and a pain in the butt. I cherish every minute of the years we were together. I'm sad that the time is over, but I'm glad I have the memories.
I still wave my hand in a "come on" fashion towards his corner every night at bedtime. Luke slept in our bedroom at night. I always had to wake him up to go to bed.
(Click on photos to enlarge)
AKA "Lucas P. Dog" (used when upset with him)
Actual Kennel Name: Jean Luc Granger
My Luke was my best friend and constant shadow. I don't know which one of us meant the most to the other.
Luke died peacefully on his special pillow beside my desk. He did not suffer and remained alert until minutes before he died. He died of an apparent stroke at the age of 14.
Luke was a very intelligent animal who never had a problem communicating with me or other humans. Luke always got his point across. He was amazing in so many ways. Luke's fake sneezes meant "yes". They also meant "I want to go outside". His "sister", our chihuahua Rita, picked up on this at an early age. She still sneezes.
After Luke lost most of his hearing (during the last couple of years) he and I worked out hand and body signals. He would still sneeze when needed. It was very funny and a great memory I will always hold dear.
When Luke got too old to jump into his chair he would walk over to it (the recliner) in our bedroom, stand there and look over at me as if to say, "Well?". I would dutifully get up and lift him into the chair. Fortunately, Luke could jump down, just not up.
The last day of his life, I had to carry him outside to so he could go poop. He tried to sneeze until I got the idea.
It reminds me of the times he would want to "go outside" three times in ten minutes just so he could get his "cookie" for being a good boy. This was no dumb animal.
Another favorite memory is "kick....the dog". I would shoot my right foot out a little ways in his direction on the word "kick", hold it, and then say "the dog". This unnerved Luke everytime. He would slink towards the floor and slowly walk away to his corner. As if that dog was ever kicked!
Luke got very sick this past February. He would hang his head off the side of my bed and wheeze and cough. This went on for too long. Finally, I put him on the floor and got down there with him. I held him and I cried. I prayed to the Lord to either take Luke or heal him. I also sneaked in a request to give me one more year with him. The Lord made no promises, but the next morning Luke was his old self again. I hadn't seen him so vital in a long time. He would even run when he was outside.
I have so many memories, like the time he dug out of the yard and proceeded to turned himself in at City Hall. Luke had to cross a very busy six-lane street to get there. He followed a lady into the building. He ended up spending a Sunday in jail. The animal shelter was closed because it was a weekend. The only available cage was one they had for big dogs. All I could do was stand outside and look through a window. There was little Luke sitting dead center defiantly looking out through the bars of a huge cage. He looked like a rebel in jail. I'm surprised he didn't get tattooed.
Luke was a joy and a pain in the butt. I cherish every minute of the years we were together. I'm sad that the time is over, but I'm glad I have the memories.
I still wave my hand in a "come on" fashion towards his corner every night at bedtime. Luke slept in our bedroom at night. I always had to wake him up to go to bed.
(Click on photos to enlarge)
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