Lukecy, I am your father. Or something like that.

Whether through the pup’s rough formative months or my generally terrorizing demeanor, Lucy gave me (“the boy”) a rather cold reception, much as our favorite Jedi initially denied his father.

But enough with the sci-fi references, you want to see pictures, dammit, and lots of ‘em! I don’t blame ya. And I must say, whatever else the dog may or may not have going for it, you have to admit, she’s a pretty good-looking b****.