Before Peanut made me a father, Luna made me a dad. I know how ridiculous that sounds, especially to non-pet people. It's even more ridiculous when you consider it's coming from me. Let me be clear: I am NOT a dog person. I do not like your dog. I do not think your dog is cute. I don't want to pet your dog. I definitely don't want your dog licking me. Gross. There are some exceptions but for the most part, gross.
|I feel like this picture looks like|
someone caught us having an affair
I am however, not alone in my adoration for Luna and my placement of her upon her puppy pedestal. During Luna's most recent check-up, I explained to the veterinarian how I was never a dog person. How I'm still not a dog person. How I am only a Luna person. I told her how My Director kept hinting and asking and pleading for years. For seven years. (A dog year.) She wanted a dog. She is a dog person. I kept refusing. Absolutely not. I'm allergic. Dogs are messy. And I just don't like them.
Then she sent me an online picture of Luna, who was called "Muffin" at the time. (She is SO not a Muffin.) My icy dog-hating heart melted. A bond was formed:
|Our relationship borders on inappropriate at times|
|Luna gets inappropriate at times|
|Shielding herself from the heat|
|Seriously with this pose?|
I never thought of it that way. But yes, she did. I would never have imaged I could love a dog so much. Let alone, this ridiculous 12-pound stinkface whose curly tail always tells the tale, who keeps me up nights if there's a thunderstorm, who will whimper at me to play with her the minute I sit down after a long day. Then who will without fail take my place on the couch after I've laid down on the floor to engage her. Ridiculous.
One night this week I asked Peanut who taught her to be funny. "You, daddy," she said. "And Luna." I love that statement. But more for the fact that she mentioned Luna. Luna, the dog with the perpetually shmoopy tail; the dog with the stinky grille and snarfy puss. The dog whose voice sounds like Cheech Marin even though she's a female Asian breed and I'm Italian-American.
Happy 7th birthday the dog who changed the world:
I can forgive Luna when she misbehaves easier than I can forgive Peanut when she does. Click here to find out why.