Luna

Let me tell you about life with Luna…

I think we’d rate this girl as our quirkiest ever! Luna was our first “10-year-old-we-knew-she-had-conditions” adoption, and true to what we knew, we only got to have her for a little over a year. Still, she made her mark here at home, in our building, and in the neighborhood: she was the sweetest, friendliest, most welcoming little naïve doggie you could ever find. She’d simply rush to say hi to every dog or person she saw out in the world.

In the privacy of our home, she’s what my late Papa would have called, “A hard head.” She insisted on things being her way. Period. End of story. When she wanted to go out, she was at us; when she wanted to eat, she was relentless; when Drew came home from work, she’d knock you over in her mad rush to the door; she came when you called her UNLESS she had something else on her mind, then you could go hoarse; her very special quirk: she ran a race around the bed and would only get on it AFTER you said, “What do you want?; she loved carrots and when she heard Drew getting his carrots ready for work, there she was; initially, she followed me sooooooooo much that I couldn’t close any door – she’d scratch until I let her in; she entered our world right when I retired and was more than a bit lost and home every day. I undertook to take HER out for a walk and, whoa!, no way, SHE took ME. She loved to walk and walk and walk and, literally, would battle me if I turned to go home. So, I thought, again as my Papa would say, “Where’m I goin’?” So I walked and walked and walked with her – and I walked everywhere. Sometimes 5 miles at a pop. What a trouper – and what a teacher.

Luna, Lover of Every Minute of Life.