Nearly nine years ago this girl came to live with us:
She was, at the time, a little rat-tailed, scaly-skinned, bloated-belly creature who cowered under the table at the animal shelter. Some people say dogs choose their owners. Judging by Luna’s behavior that day, she clearly wasn’t choosing us. Our middle daughter recently said that Luna didn’t know what she needed back then, so we had to do the choosing for her.
(In comparison, the day we adopted Neville, he crawled all over me, clearly conveying that he wanted to belong to us.)
We brought her home, where she quickly morphed into a demon. Her first act was to alienate the cats. (We had four at the time.) She lunged at one as soon as she walked through the door. He took an instant dislike to her. And, as the word made its way through the cat grapevine, the other three felines quickly learned to steer clear of this interloper.
Her demon-ness continued to develop as the days passed. She would bite the kids’ feet and lunge at faces. She would chase the cats. I’m ashamed to admit it now, but there were several moments when I wanted to take her back to the shelter. Who could blame me? I’d wanted a dog my entire life, finally had one, and she was just awful.
But we persevered, reminding ourselves that she was only a puppy and she’d had a rough start in life. (Seized from a puppy mill or a hoarding situation, I can’t remember which.) We trained the biting out of her, got her to stop lunging at faces.
There was, however, nothing we could do to keep her from chasing the cats. So it was up to the cats to adjust.
Buster put Luna in her place with frequent whacks to the nose.
Boo Boo chose avoidance.
Belle walked slowly and with confidence, somehow knowing this would not get Luna’s chase instinct fired up, and was the first to show tolerance and acceptance. She was our little hippy cat, mellow and unconcerned about anything, so this was no surprise.
Rosie chose extreme avoidance. For the first several years she only left the upstairs at night or when Luna was outside.
Time passed. Buster and Boo Boo eventually learned to live with Luna. Belle went so far as to nap on the couch near her now and then. Then the three of them passed away over a 4 year period. Rosie, the sole kitty left, remained salty at having to share her house. That’s a lot of years to hold onto a grudge. Luna didn’t help matters, though. Whenever she’d see Rosie emerge from anywhere, her ears would prick up and she would focus all of her attention on Rosie’s every move.
Now, here we are, nine years later. Something strange and bizarre has occurred recently.
Rosie has gradually taken back part of the downstairs. She likes to nap in the office. Luna likes to nap there too. She started tentatively entering the kitchen while Luna was there. She sleeps in our room though Luna (and our other dog, Neville) sleeps there also. Rosie has started sniffing Luna, walking near her, occasionally almost giving her the little “head bump of affection.”
And then, last night, a miracle occurred.
Rosie came into the living room. She has not willingly entered the living room while Luna was there for nine years. But last night she came in, jumped up on the couch with me and Luna, and enjoyed a snuggle.
It’s either a miracle or a sign of the end times. You know, the whole lion and lamb thing? Which I just now realized, while looking it up, is a misquote. It’s the wolf lying down with the lamb and a lion with a calf. So, who’s the wolf and who’s the lamb in this Luna-Rosie relationship? I have yet to figure that out.
I suppose it could also be old age. Rosie is 17 now. Perhaps she’s gotten a bit addled and doesn’t know what she’s doing. But she still seems pretty “with it.”
As for books…
I recently finished reading The Becoming by Nora Roberts, which is the second book in the Dragon Heart Legacy. I’m REALLY struggling with this series. She’s got it all in these books: weres, mermaids, dragons, fairies. And I’m not a fan of any of those in books, let alone all of them at once. I read the first book in the trilogy last year and wasn’t certain I would even pick up the second one. But it’s Nora Roberts, so I keep reading.
I have to say, she kind of lost me with her previous trilogy, Chronicles of the One. Is it that the book was about a massive pandemic and we were just entering a pandemic when I started reading it? Maybe. But I think my loss of interest has more to do with how her style is morphing.
It’s not that a morphing of style is bad. I get that maybe she was bored with her previous formula. But it was a formula I enjoyed. It was predictable and since life isn’t predictable, I like my fiction to be.
And what is with how many times she’s mentioned Coke (the beverage) in these last two books? Is she getting some sort of kickback from the company? Not to be all judgy or anything, but if her main character is supposed to be getting in shape for an epic battle with evil, she should probably kick the sugary drink habit.