Three Dog Job: The Lucky Chronicles, #1

By Bruce Kuglin

Three Dog Job

If you are ever fortunate enough to meet a three-legged dog, there's a good chance that dog's name is LUCKY. This three-legged dog is, in fact, named Lucky.

Lucky walks through the yard with the gusto one would expect from a dog with a lot more moxie than Lucky seems to possess.

Lucky is confident. He believes he will be a hero. Lucky thinks he is the smartest dog in the world, he's not.

When Lucky and his friends venture out to steal wieners, they have great fun! Unfortunately, one of them gets caught.
Now Lucky will risk everything to save his friend.

Three Dog Job is a story about COURAGE, loyalty, and LOVE.

• Language: English
• Publisher: City Hat Cowboy Publishing
• Release date: Apr 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798990588400

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

The Dream

LUCKY HAS THE same dream every single time he falls asleep, and he falls asleep a lot. Several times a day. The dream goes like this:

Lucky sees himself as a muscular black and tan German Shepherd straining against a leash that is held by Officer Bob, the human guy who feeds Lucky.

Officer Bob unhooks the leash and the shepherd explodes like a rocket in an angry pursuit of a bad man in black pants and a black and white striped shirt. Black mask over his dark eyes. Clearly a criminal. Pure evil.

Lucky is now almost upon the buttocks of this criminal. He reveals a gleaming mouthful of pearly white and razor sharp teeth.

He snaps his jaws, eyes rolling back into his skull like a shark...

And wakes up before he gets to bite that ripe, squishy, bubble butt.

Every.

Single.

Time.

CHAPTER TWO

Lucky

LUCKY WAKES AND he jumps to his feet, shaking off the ghosts of another unsatisfying nap. Wide-eyed and ready to win in the real world, Lucky is unbothered by another near miss at biting the dream guy’s butt. Lucky doesn’t waste time or thoughts on things he can’t control.

One more thing about Lucky, he has three legs... only three legs. He’s also not a German Shepherd. He’s a mix of Basset Hound and many other breeds, but mostly just plain mutt. He has a brown and beige mottled shiny coat and short legs. He’s not quite wiener dog level short, but shorter than most dogs.

CHAPTER THREE

Practice

LUCKY HAS NO idea what he looks like. Like most dogs, he has never seen himself. So in his mind, Lucky looks just like his yard mate and best friend, Chief.

Chief is a German Shepherd. In fact, Chief is a retired police dog. Chief is what Lucky thinks he will be when he gets a little older.

Lucky walks through the yard with the gusto one would expect from a dog with a lot more moxie than Lucky seems to possess. He stops every now and then and strikes a commanding pose. He points his tail out, like he imagines a police dog would do.

When he raises a paw to point, he falls over. He pops back up to his feet, a little embarrassed. It’s times like this when Lucky wishes his fourth leg would grow in.

Chief watches Lucky. He knows what Lucky is doing and it makes Chief both happy and sad at the same time. Sitting quietly in the shade, Chief shakes his head. Lucky is a silly little dog in bright red little collar. Chief loves him, but Lucky is kind of a dork.

CHAPTER FOUR

Big Deal

LUCKY LOOKS AROUND, wondering if Chief saw him fall over. Not that he cares, but it is kind of embarrassing. Lucky raises his snout proudly. He thinks to himself, I’m Lucky, I’m a big deal around here. I’m a hero, well, I will be a hero. I’m just not there, yet.

Please do not mistake this for Lucky playing pretend, he really believes this about himself. Until he goes out on patrol, Lucky figures he should spend his time guarding the yard. It’s good training after all.

He notices movement in the big tree that hangs over the fence into his yard. This may be the breeze rustling leaves, but it catches his attention. Or it could be squirrels and Lucky would have to be very sneaky if he’s going to catch a squirrel.

There is something so dang wrong about squirrels. Lucky thinks, Why do they always sneak around like cats with fancy tails? Why do they watch me? They must be up to something.

Lucky has certain beliefs about squirrels and cats and their obviously evil intentions. He doesn’t know where these beliefs come from, probably just inside his own head. He does know for sure that what he believes is most certainly always true.

Lucky believes that he is a hero, and he will do everything it takes to prove it.

Lucky suddenly remembers what he was doing, the squirrel. He creeps quietly toward the tree through the soft, green grass. Silence. He feels the hot sun baking the dark hairs on his back. His whiskers twitch with anticipation.

Lucky’s taut muscles ripple with each step, then hop, because, you know, he only has three legs. He notices his own shadow on the fence beside him, so lean and perfect, just like the best German Shepherd service dogs. At least that’s how it looks to him. Lucky strikes a few new poses.

And now he’s forgotten about the squirrel.

Lucky looks back at Chief, asleep in the shade by the porch to the house. Chief lies suspiciously close to the roots that spring out from the yard sprinkler. Lucky recalls the time he chewed on those roots. To him they were kind of tangy.

Lucky got yelled at for doing that. Officer Bob went on and about electrical wires or something like that. Lucky decided that electric shock must be how humans describe spicy food. Lucky likes tangy food.

Lucky scoffs at Chief. Chief is retired, which makes sense because it seems like he’s always tired. Lucky thinks, "I’m glad I’m young, because a