Lucky Puppy Rescue hosts 15th annual 'Spayghetti Luncheon'
The rescue hosted its 15th annual fundraiser to raise money for animals in need.
Lucky Puppy Rescue is a panhandle-based non-profit that specializes in the rehabilitation and rehoming of dogs.
The event featured live music, a silent auction, games, a spaghetti lunch, and a chance to meet and adopt puppies.
A Lucky Puppy Alumni, Freckles, also made an appearance. About a year ago, Freckles was shot, but he has since made a full recovery with his new family.
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For the main event, Pineapple Willys and the Wicked Wheel surprised the organization with a new van.
The event is Lucky Puppy's largest of the year, and on Saturday, they raised over $50,000 for their foundation.
'There's a farm up in Bonifay. They rescue many dogs that come into their care, a lot of mamma dogs, and then they get their puppies up and ready for adoption and go to safe and loving homes. But their mission is huge. The expenses are large, but it's so important, and they do a lot for this community,' Spayghetti Chairperson & Co-Chair Stephanie Herring and Barbara Hix said.
Saturday, the organization also unexpectedly took in puppies who were just days old after their mom was shot Friday night. If you'd like to adopt any of these puppies or donate to Lucky Puppy Rescue, click here.
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