Lucky

I was plucked from the streets of Santa Ana when an OCVMC employee knew my life was in danger. It changed my life completely. I did have a bit of an identity crisis when they first named me Princess. When I came in to be “fixed” I was told I was actually a boy, and was renamed to Lucky, which I much prefer. I require 23 hours of sleep and I find playing childish and unnecessary. I do have a job, as I’m part security and part welcoming crew.  But I’m not terribly good at my job since I’m 100% deaf and could sleep through a hurricane. Recently, I awoke from a wonderful dream to have my head in a dog’s mouth.  Since then, I’ve been hanging out more in other parts of the hospital. A little warning would have been nice…can’t hear, remember?