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Mr. Little, a sheet metal worker from Carlisle, got the message to
enter the newsagent's and buy Neo some biscuits, and at the same time
he received a strange (telepathic?) urge to purchase a Lotto ticket.
That very ticket netted him £3,462,775 (about $5 million USD) with
the numbers 19, 26, 30, 34, 40 and 44 in last Wednesday's draw.
"If it wasn’t for Neo taking me in that shop I wouldn’t
have hit the jackpot," Mr. Little says. "He has
changed my life forever."
Until now, the high-spirited terrier has been known for his
less-productive pursuits, such as destroying things. Mr. Little
surmises: "Pulling me into the newsagent's was probably his way
of saying sorry for chewing all the furniture."
The Sun reports that the divorced dad, who has a two-bedroom
terraced house in Carlisle, Cumbria, will build a new dream home to
share with his two-year-old dog.
He adds: “Neo can have his own three-piece suite to destroy
rather than mine.”
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The funny thing is that I experienced the same exact phenomenon while
walking Scoop Senior Editor "Wags" yesterday. I,
too, bought a ticket for tonight's jackpot drawing, and I hear it's up to
10 million!
Now where did I put that golden ticket—?
No! Wags! Bad! Bad Senior Editor!!
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