Our puppy Luna, fourteen weeks old. Here she is: all legs, funny ears, and lots of energy. She is at the age where her body, ears, and legs haven’t agreed on what end size they want to be. “Stop growing so fast,” I want to tell her, but I fear it’s hopeless.
Our new puppy is smart. We were hoping for a dumb dog. At our age, the last thing we need is a dog that outsmarts all of us, yet here we are. Our Luna is intelligent, cute, sweet, and the happiest puppy we have ever had.
These eyes
The trust, the love, the bond—
so fresh, so fragile,
so strong already.
Remember the cute little puppy we rescued five weeks ago? It’s not a puppy. It’s a comedian dressed up like a puppy. A terrorist with cute eyes. She is a biting machine with a suicide wish. She bites into everything that comes her way, and I mean everything…but me.
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Our living room looks like a daycare center. Our dog “Vader” is super busy watching over Luna, and we’re all tired but happy.
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The 20″ long puppy bed I ordered last weekend arrived yesterday. What was I thinking? What happened to the tiny puppy?
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She is eating so well and enjoys her food. She chews it so carefully, and I get lots of kisses. We are weaning her off the powdered goat milk. We are making progress at a rapid pace.
Luna survived her first real bath and somehow ended up sleeping on my desk. Not sure how it happened. 😉❤️
Our new puppy, Luna, is on a mission. She is stealing hearts. I was the first victim; my husband came next. Our youngest dog, Vader, is already toast, and our oldest dog, Patches, is trying hard not to give in, but she will hand her heart over as well.
