Every well-kept, pillow-ornament poodle secretly wishes they could lead the life of Lucky the Ghetto Poodle – running around all scroungy and scruffy, business flapping in the breeze, hanging out in a dingy (former) laundromat on the corner of St. John’s and Underhill. Some time ago, Isa told me that that his name is Lucky.
Pictured: Lucky investigates another small creature in the neighborhood. Moments later, Lucky jumped into a green Jeep Cherokee and was whisked off to parts unknown.