The Lunabelle is my dog. she is a farty Rhodesian ( Zimbabwean?) Ridgeback. My husband and I saved her from an uncertain future when we adopted her from a family that had just had twins. Now she lives a life of leisure with only the occasional Death March thrown in to build a little dog character. On one Death March last summer, poor Belle cultivated so much character she had to be loaded into an expedition sized pack and carried out. I was worried for months after that I would wake up one morning and find the PETA folkes picketing outside my house. They haven't shown up yet, but I'm still wary...
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