This is Lucky. Lucky is actually my cousins’ dog, but he has decided, by some mysterious process known only to dogs, that I am one of his chosen people. He regularly comes to visit me. If there is a thunderstorm and my cousins are not at home, he will show up at my door about the time I hear the first rumbles in the distance. I do not understand this process, or why he has decided that I am one of his own. But I am very glad he has done so.