His Perfect Person

After a hard day's work at Shelter 17, Lucky returned home. He slipped in through the doggy door, and trudged upstairs into his owner Dot's room, where he slumped down on her bed.

"What a day..." Lucky groaned, before turning to Dot's hamster, Prince Fudgiepaws. "You ever had a rough day, Princie?"

Fudgiepaws squeaked a reply.

"Well, guess I can't argue with that." Lucky shrugged.

Suddenly, the door was flung open. Dot was home from school.

"Hi, Lucky!" She screeched. Lucky had informed Dot of his preferred name, and she had accepted it, though she still referred to him as "Mr. Chewy McFluffster" around her parents and classmates ("So they don't get confused.", she'd told him).

"Hey, Dot." Lucky yawned.

Dot leapt onto the bed and hugged Lucky tightly.

"I missed you so much!" She squealed.

Prince Fudgiepaws winced, knowing full well the crushing power of one of Dot's hugs.

"Nice to see you too, kid." Lucky wheezed. "But could ya ease up on the anaconda impression a little? I've had kind of a rough day."

"Aww, you have?" Dot asked, easing up on the hug to pat Lucky on the head. "What happened?"

"Nothing much." Lucky shrugged. "Just a pretty major work load today."

"Oh, yeah." Dot said. "I almost forgot. You spend your days helping all those doggies find good homes. That must be hard sometimes."

"It can be, yeah." Lucky nodded. "Being in charge, making sure everything is running smoothly... But it's all worth it, just to see the looks on their faces when those pups are paired up with their perfect persons."

"Like you and me?" Dot smiled, scratching Lucky behind the ears.

"Yeah, kid." Lucky chuckled, resting his head on Dot's lap. "Like you and me."

"Wow." Dot whispered. "You do so much to help people and dogs get together, and you don't ask for anything in return. You really are the greatest, Lucky."

Dot enveloped Lucky in a far gentler hug then she usually would have given him.

"Well, I hate to brag." Lucky grinned. "But you may have a point there..."

"I'm so lucky to have a dog like you, Lucky." Dot smiled, kissing Lucky on the forehead.

"Same here, kid." Lucky replied, licking Dot's cheek.

"You stay right here." Dot said as got off the bed. "I'm gonna get you some yummy dog food, maybe even some dog biscuits. You can just lie back and relax, you hard-working, big-hearted, loveable lump of fur, you!"

As Dot left the room, Lucky laid down and smiled contentedly. She returned with a bowl of dog food, and a handful of biscuits. She sat by him as he ate, stroking him gently.

"Who's the best dog in the whole, wide world?" She asked.

"Like you even have to ask." Lucky joked. "And who's the best owner in the whole, wide world?"

"Me!" Dot giggled, giving Lucky another scratch behind the ears.

When Dot had first adopted him, Lucky was mortified. The idea that such an odd little girl would be his owner, let alone his perfect person, seemed ridiculous. But in the present, Lucky was looking at things differently. True, Dot was a little strange, but she was also loving and devoted. She'd agreed to let Lucky continue his work at Shelter 17, at the same time becoming Lucky's confidant and best friend. She really was Lucky's perfect person, and Lucky wouldn't have had it any other way.

The End.

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