Luma

 

Luma as a puppy, coming out of her cage.

I'm going to try to chronicle anything I can think of that will make me all glassy-eyed in 10 years when she's gone.

And, go.

Luma as a puppy, laying in her cage.

Luma is a 10lb. Yorkie/Shih Tzu mutt. I got her in January of 2008, with my ex-girlfriend. (She wasn't an ex at the time; that would have been weird.) She was around 8 weeks old, so I approximate her birthday to be on Thanksgiving every year. There are two interesting things about this:

  1. Of course, the date changes each year. But, since I have to approximate her birth anyway, it's better that I have a date that I WON'T forget.
  2. I still forget. I always remember up to it, and just after it, but when it gets time to start the journey to/participation in Thanksgiving day festivities, I still forget.