Three years ago today I brought Lucille home, and my life has never been the same. Lucille’s joie de vivre combined with her delicious doggie devotion has been incredibly healing.
When I first met Lucille the breeder had given her the name of Baby, but I thought this puppy deserved a more sophisticated moniker, and so changed her name to Lucille Pearl, in honor of B.B King’s guitar Lucille.
She has her flaws: her need to bark at sounds real and imagined, always at the ungodly hour of 3 a.m., her need to throw her toys at me, frustrated with my unwillingness to play even though we just came back from a six mile walk, and did I mention her barking?
Loving Lucille despite her flaws has helped me to become hopeful that someone can love me flaws and all, and more importantly, that I can come to love and forgive my own deeply flawed self.
Today in honor of her homecoming I will make us some cooked salmon with rice, and raise my glass of strawberry Perrier to the doggie gods that brought her into my life.