Luna

My brother gave us our dog. Honestly, I'm really not a dog person, and could still return her without looking back. And it really annoys me that I have to be the alpha. Really. But the boys adore her and feel she is part of the family. Even if it means we can't go anywhere for more than about four hours or so, since I can't feel good about leaving her in her crate much longer than that.

Luna is now six months old (and still growing...argh). Here she is playing a game, or more accurately getting mad that we are playing a game...


Sleeping on her stinky pillow...

Checking me out from the back seat of the car...

And trying to look fierce with E. But the ears always give her away...