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.