The Little Bad Dog

I’ve written before about Luna, my Little Bad Dog. Luna was the very first part of my little family. I got her and the rest followed. Recently I told someone the story of how I brought her home and thought I’d share it with you.

Before The Hubs and I met, I was in a long term relationship. We’ll call him The Ex. We spent 3ish years together and I was hopelessly devoted to him. Hopelessly devoted but unhappy all the same. I spent too much time and energy trying to be someone that I wasn’t. I blame us both for that. The relationship was rocky and had been extra rough for three or four months before we broke up. We made it through Christmas and things were looking up until New Years Eve rolled around. That night, instead of having the party that we’d planned, we broke up. I drove out to my Mom’s where I proceeded to have a meltdown and be an absolute disaster for a few days. Enter The Little Bad Dog.

You see, and this should have been a red flag, The Ex always talked me out of getting a dog. He made up a thousand excuses why. I worked too much. I was never home. Whatever. So on day two of my melt down I angrily blurred out that I needed to get a dog. I quickly talked myself out of it but my Mom started looking. It’s important to note here that she claims not to have been looking but magically found a post about a dog near her house the next day. After seeing her picture, I decided that I had to go take a look at her at least.

Of course, I brought her home. She was so damn cute. Look at her! I couldn’t resist! I should have taken her back after she pooped in my car the first time. It was a sign but I ignored it. If you’ll recall, she’s the one who’s poop I fell into in my Bad Naked! post. She’s my baby though. She was the first member of my little (okay, big) family.

The Hubs and I like to say that she doesn’t speak English and is part raccoon. We call her the Tiny Terrorist, Duna, and A**hole most of the time. Crazy Eyes once said that we should change her middle name to Doughnut because she was so sweet. I told her that it should be Butthole. Now her full name is Luna Doughnut Butthole Barnes. She doesn’t listen, eats everything within her reach (which is a lot because she can jump like a cat), and likes to bark at everyone who enters our house (including us). She’s also the best cuddled in the world, sleeps by my side every night and in our laps during the day, and loves Crazy Eyes to death. I get the feeling she’s still waiting on The Hubs and our other dog and all of the kids to go away but she handles it well most of the time. As much as we fuss about her, we wouldn’t trade her for the world….well The Hubs might. Haha!