Our puppy Luna got comfortable in the big dog bed. It’s Vader’s favorite place, but he hesitated at first, which is understandable. Puppies are hyper; they ignore boundaries and can be unpredictable. He looked at her for a while, then decided it was worth a try. He lay down beside her. Luna, still wearing her house leash, opened her eyes, but didn’t move. A short while later, they rested together for the first time.
Luna is growing up.
Our Patches (11) on the left. Our puppy Luna, seventeen weeks old, fell asleep right beside her—worn out and at peace.
No wonder Vader can’t lose weight. He is eating walnuts by the pound, and we don’t even have a walnut tree in our yard— neither do our neighbors.
A house shoe ran by me;
it had a puppy attached.
I wasn’t fast enough,
or perhaps I took my time,
after all, it wasn’t my shoe.
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?
