Lucky’s name didn’t seem appropriate.
As the brown river lapped over his paws, the yellow lab whimpered from the front porch of the empty house on Waccamaw Drive. The dog’s owner was nowhere to be seen and other neighbors were wading through the flood, carrying the last of the valuables they could salvage.
As three men passed by Lucky’s house, the dog barked louder, almost pleading. Soon, the water was at the lab’s knees.
Alex Scroggins had been helping his sister and mother move their things. When he saw the stranded dog, he knew he’d be making one more stop.
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“I didn’t want to see this dog floating down the river,” he said.
The bearded man in the camouflage overalls gingerly approached the scared animal.
“Come here, buddy,” he coaxed.
The pooch wasn’t budging.
Scroggins had just loaded his sister’s new couch onto a jon boat. The sofa left just enough space for Lucky, so Scroggins pulled the vessel toward the animal.
But the dog still wasn’t moving.
So Scroggins brought his buddies over and they corralled Lucky in a blue kennel on the porch. Then they lifted the kennel onto the boat, and the dog was finally on his way to safety.
Scroggins said Lucky, whose name he knew from spending time in the neighborhood, would be taken to a local humane society. He didn’t know if the owner would return. He wasn’t waiting to find out.
“We were going to get him no matter what,” he said. “We weren’t going to leave him.”