I was devastated after the sudden death of my beloved Chug (Chihuahua-Pug), Buffy. Eventually I went to our local rescue group, the Hotel for Dogs and Cats, where I had gotten Buffy, to look at another dog. He was said to be a Poodle mix. I was in love. I was told I would have to wait a few days as other applications were submitted, and I went home, sad and alone. I had been home about 15 minutes when the Hotel called and said, “Come get him – he’s yours!” I grabbed a leash and a blanket, and off I went to get what I would find out the next day to be a purebred Bichon Frise! It has been an adventure, for sure. My new pup was terrified at first, but he let me into his heart fast. He's funny, weird and silly, and he has the biggest personality of any dog I have ever had the pleasure to love. He didn’t have a name when I got him. They had been calling him Oliver just so they could put a name on his crate. I wasn’t a big fan of such a formal name, so at the suggestion of my friend Bill I decided to name him Oliver Luck after the former NFL player. This goofy, loving and big handful of a dog is now – and forever – called Lucky.
— Kelly McCarn, Pensacola, Florida