Remembering when I was Wendy

Today I’m celebrating the 10th anniversary of when I was introduced to my mommy at the airport in Pasco, Wash., by Sylvia of Marquez Chihuahuas. I didn’t know what to think.

Here was this tall, strange lady looking at me and calling me Lucy. I tried to say, “I’m Wendy,” but I couldn’t get the words out.

Pretty soon I was on an airplane and off to a new world. I kept hearing her say “Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.” Was that going to be my new name?

We stopped in Salt Lake City and changed planes for a flight to L.A. Maybe she was a casting agent and I was going to be a star like Rin Tin Tin!

It didn’t take me long to realize, I was no longer Wendy. Now I was Lucy. Lovable Lucy when I was good. Lucifer when I was bad. Lucky Lucy when I went to exotic destinations. Lucia when we moved to Italy.

Sometimes I think back to what my life would have been had this nice lady not found me. I imagine I would have been knocked up a few times by now.  My father was ranked No. 7 in the country at one point and maybe I could have won dog shows too. But really? Did I want to be around other canines? No! I always thought I was above them and knew I was destined for real greatness. That I belonged in Hollywood!

So here I am. I’ve traveled to so many countries and hung out at some fabulous places over the last 10 years.

I know I don’t always show my appreciation — and when I don’t I’m reminded by my mommy, who calls me Wendy every so often to remind me where I came from. I haven’t forgotten. Though I try to. She keeps telling me that she made me a star, that she rescued me. As if!  I look at it the other way around. She was just a celebrity reporter before she met me. They’re a dime a dozen in Hollywood. Then I came along and added a bit of panache to her lifestyle, made her standout from the pack.

She should be a little more appreciative of me. But today is a day where we’re both appreciating one another. Ten years and counting….