My name is Lucky!

Hi there, I’m Lucky — a 65-pound tank with a gorgeous soft brindle coat that begs to be pet. I’m three years old, neutered, and equipped with ears that stand at attention with a little curl at the tip to let you know I don’t take life too seriously. My mottled tongue tends to do the whole “melting-hearts” thing when I’m relaxed and smiling, and I’m a world-class cuddler who falls fast for my person. 

I am fully house-trained, okay with being crated when my human is away, and I snooze straight through the night in my crate without a peep. I’m a world-class cuddler who falls fast for my person, but I’m polite about it — I respect the “good sofa” and my foster mom’s bed as dog-free zones. On walks, I stride along happily with excellent, if unrefined, leash manners; I’m interested in the world around me and not overreactive to people and dogs we see along the way.

I’ve lived with multiple dogs and cats before, and I’m currently thriving with two big dog buddies who are helping me practice the arts of the joyful zoom and the playful roughhouse (I am still learning to regulate my intensity level). I have a ton of energy, but I’m content to settle down after playtime, fold myself onto a dog bed, and recharge for my next adventure. I’m just starting to learn the language of “sit,” “stay,” and “come,” but think I might be a quick study! Praise and unending affection are my best motivators. I’d flourish with a solo human or a family; I would love other pets around, but I’d be just as thrilled to become your favorite hiking-brewery-worksite sidekick. My history is a little fuzzy — rescued as a stray in California, ferried to safety, and now happily curled up in Fort Collins — but, if you’ve got love, time, and a place for a brindle buddy who believes in you wholeheartedly, I’m already halfway home.