Luna’s my scruffy little tornado—a 15-pound rescue with a coat like a tumbleweed and a knack for turning my apartment into her personal playground. She’s 6 now, and when summer hits or the rain’s pounding, she’s stuck inside with me, those big eyes begging for action. I can’t always haul…

Luna’s my camping co-pilot—a 15-pound rescue with a scruffy coat, a nose that never quits, and a love for dirt that beats any spa day I’ve ever had. She’s 6 now, and we’ve pitched tents from quiet forests to noisy campgrounds, learning what keeps her tail wagging and me from…

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…