This is Luna. She's an Emotional Support Animal (ESA); her author has Complex post traumatic stress syndrome (CPTSD); and a world traveler. Despite her tiny size, she can out-hike even the fittest of humans, and she loves cycle adventures that take days on end. This is her cycling in Bosnia and Herzegovina.
She's been snubbing her author's snuggles recently and it's probably because said author's current WIP features a somewhat mystical cat and no dogs. For shame.
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What a darling girl... and HUGS to Luna's author.
She's adorable! Her ears are almost bigger than she is :) Hugs to her hooman...
My guess is many people have a special place in their heart for Luna. You couldn't ask for a better friend. Lucky you.
Great photo! I love Luna's happy expression. She's clearly ready for adventure, and her close-up. She's adorable!
Aw, you can just see the personality in her eyes.
These pics and stories are great. Hi, Luna! Happy Trails!
She looks like such a happy, snuggly pup. I can understand why she'd be a perfect ESA for her human author.
Oh, I think I know this one, too.
I believe Luna's mama is Gigi. She's a Reider who has a wonderful travel blog that I follow because I'm so envious that she gets to traipse around the world and work at the same time. With a boyfriend and this adorable little girl in tow.
Isn't that the life?
I thought I remembered that conversation, then realized I had it with another agent. So I am a Different Deluded Fellow and not THE Deluded Fellow.
Well, actually I think I just dreamed it last night. And I am not 80.
You don't want Deluded Fellow's autobiography anyway. So what if life was boring 80 years ago?
One comment on asshats. If I remember correctly, Harry Truman was a hatter before he was a politician, and he did well. It has all been downhill since he left office.
And thanks for mentioning subway tokens. Don't remember when they went out, but they were still using them for awhile anyway when I lived in NY. I got an unexpected invite from some friends to join them for dinner and when I got to the restaurant was horrified to realize the only money I had on me was a single NYC subway token. Everyone thought it was funny and someone loaned me money for food. In those days if you sat at a table you were told to order something or get out. NY was not as civil then as it is now. The food was lousy (it was a restaurant in NT, after all), but the company was great. We were all swapping jokes and laughing hard until one of us realized everyone in the restaurant had stopped talking and was listening to us. The waiters were not delivering any food. They were standing around listening to us. We were putting on a show for them.
Those were good times. How I wonder where they've gone.
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