.One.
Luna is afraid of things. And by things, I mean: geese, cats, the sink and the street (hoorah for the last one). Each of these things, if I am holding her, results in a mad struggle to get away. Because, someplace in her brain, the part that is supposed to tell her that the safest place to be is high above each of these things is not working. It is especially fun when I am holding my morning Starbucks and her at the same time. But you would probably be terrified too–if geese and cats were three times your size.
.Two.
Last night I was over at the Old House and Small Biting Dog came running up to greet me. First I would like to note that I have missed Small Biting Dog and said greeting made me very happy. Secondly I would like to note that somehow, some way, Small Biting Dog seemed HUGE to me in that moment. This is the power of getting used to things: get used to a four pound dog and suddenly a nine pound dog is enormous.
.Three.
Things Luna is not afraid of include: the vet, medicine, getting drop kicked by other dogs and the bathtub. I find the final item in this list rather humorous, as her not being afraid of the bathtub translates into her sticking her face into it during my shower. This, of course, results in a dripping-faced dog whose only ambition in life is to lick my foot as I step out of the tub.
She also wants to get into the bathtub and wander around and try to eat any stray hairs or dirt that she finds. Though I will note that she hasn’t asked to get into the tub since I gave her a bath (she does still stick her face in during my shower, though).
.Four.
There is a dog behind our full length mirror. Of this fact, Luna is certain. But she’ll only bark at this dog if she doesn’t think I am watching, or if the petsitter is trying to study. She has also done her own little investigation of behind said mirror, which is propped against the wall at the moment. This investigation, which has happened approximately 200 times, has resulted in her not finding this other dog. Which is sad, because according to her barks, she would like to kill it like she killed that clothes hanger the other day.
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