Luna’s my right-hand pup—a 15-pound rescue with a scruffy coat and a stare that says she’s judging my life choices. She’s 6 now, and while I’m stuck at my desk job, she’s home napping or chewing a sock she’s claimed as hers. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to…
Luna’s my hiking buddy—a 15-pound rescue with a scruffy coat, a nose for trouble, and a love for the outdoors that rivals mine. She’s 6 now, and we’ve tromped through enough trails to know what makes a spot great for dogs: open paths, water to splash in, and a vibe…
Halloween’s a blast for me—pumpkins glowing, kids in costumes, a stash of candy I pretend is for trick-or-treaters. But for Luna, my 15-pound rescue with a scruffy coat and a knack for trouble, it’s a minefield. She’s 6 now, and every October 31st, I’m on edge, watching her navigate a…
Halloween turns my quiet street into a circus—kids in costumes, doorbells ringing, and candy wrappers fluttering like leaves. Luna, my 15-pound rescue with a scruffy coat and a suspicious squint, doesn’t know what to make of it. She’s 6 now, and over the years, I’ve gone from thinking she’d roll…
Thanksgiving at my place is a mess of gravy, laughter, and Luna—my 15-pound rescue with a scruffy coat and a knack for stealing the show. She’s 6 now, and every November, I’m juggling a turkey in the oven and her pleading eyes at my feet. I used to think she’d…
The holidays hit my house like a glitter bomb—lights everywhere, food smells wafting, and a tree Luna thinks is her personal chew toy. She’s my 15-pound rescue, a scruffy mix of stubborn and sweet, and while I love the season, she turns it into a crash course in pet survival.…
Winter hits hard where I live—wind that bites, snow that piles up, and ice that turns my yard into a skating rink. Luna, my 15-pound rescue with a scruffy coat and a stubborn streak, doesn’t care about the forecast. She’s out there sniffing frozen grass like it’s her job, while…
I’m not rolling in cash, and Luna—my scruffy, 15-pound rescue with a stare that could guilt-trip a statue—doesn’t care about my bank account. She just wants her food, preferably wet because her teeth are shot and kibble turns her stomach into a protest zone. Wet food’s not cheap, though—some cans…
Luna, my scruffy little rescue, is the queen of my house—a 6-year-old, 15-pound bundle of fur and sass who’s taught me more about dog food than I ever wanted to know. She’s got a stomach that’s pickier than a toddler at a vegetable buffet, and it’s been a wild ride…
I’ve got this little terror named Luna—a 6-year-old rescue mutt who’s about 15 pounds of attitude wrapped in a scruffy coat. She’s small, sure, but she’s got opinions, especially about food. When I first brought her home, I tried feeding her kibble like it was no big deal, but she’d…