After I lost my job, I became a rotten person. I drank alcohol, was violent, domestic, and bought lottery tickets. My life hit rock bottom.
Until I picked up a dirty golden retriever next to the trash can.
It is so smart that it can accurately find lost wallets and gold bars buried underground.
My life has been cheating since then. My luck has skyrocketed, I have won lottery prizes, my investment has doubled, and I have been blessed with good luck.
Until one day, several men in black came to the door and showed their IDs: "The number one 'divine luck dog' on the international most wanted list turns out to be with you."
