Lucky is a Maltese Shih Tzu mix. I adopted Lucky from the Seattle Animal Shelter in November 2003 - he was 3 months old when he was surrendered to the shelter and he spent a whole 10 minutes in the shelter before I whisked him home. Once home, we realized why Lucky might have been taken into the shelter - even at 3 months he was a handful! Very mouthy, very determined, very stubborn and willful . He LOVES to wrestle, play tug, and most of all, retrieve tennis balls / play flyball. He's a joy to have around and I couldn't imagine life without him.
Now, Lucky is nearly six years old and is still quite active (and stubborn). I retired him from the sport of flyball last year after he started slowing down (he wasn't that fast to begin with) and his knees began to give him trouble (fluxating patellas and signs of arthritis already setting in). He has pretty jacked up teeth too. I suppose his poor conformation is really the product of where Lucky likely originally came from - a pet shop / puppy mill situation, I can only imagine. Lucky's determined temperment is probably what got him through his early puppy-hood so smoothly; he has no real behavioral issues at all and will eat anything I put in front of him.
Being mostly white, 98% white, Lucky gets baths with a bit more frequeny than Scott and Mattie do. Today was Lucky's unlucky day....
The 16lb pooch fits perfectly in the Utility Sink / Doggie Wash station
Mattie and Scott look on... you can tell they are there to support Lucky through this horrible ordeal but are also secretly laughing inside - better him than me!