Long ago, when I first started my blog, this girl was a pup. A wascally chicken-chasing pup. She still is, for the most part, though now that she is 6 years old(!!!) she has mellowed somewhat. There are those who might take issue with that statement. Har har.
I for one, would not leave her unattended with a chicken. That is for sure.
She shows me daily that life is for living. Don't, she says, let the small stuff bother you. Be real. Show your feelings as the temporary things they are. Be happy, there is no reason under the sun not to be. Love your Mama. She takes you for rides and walks and accepts kisses. Well, except for certain times, and we won't go into that here.
Run hard and fast. Play chase and tug-o-war daily. Sneak cat food. Wrassle Emerson into the dust. Steal avocado pits out of the compost bucket, throw them for Emerson to fetch. Sit, wait, lay down and walk nice.
And yes, she still remembers who Meat Pie is. Say the name and she looks at the front door. I kid you not.
I love you Luna.
And I love being your person.