Month: September 2017

A Whole Lotta Luke Love

Somehow (and I am truly not sure how) I have yet to post about one of the things that means the absolute most to me in life. No, not pasta, no, not pizza, no, not ice cream – although you were very close with all three. I am talking about my cute, cuddly, constantly-shedding, racially (breed-ally?) ambiguous woofer, LUKE! To give you some (I’m sure) much-needed context, we adopted Luke a little over three years ago. He is currently 68 months old (fully kidding, he’s about 5 years old or so. So that’s over 35 in dog years. He’s just finishing up paying off his student loans and thinking about buying a house. Not amused? Okay, I’ll stop now). Anyway, as I was saying we adopted Luke over three years ago from a foster home. He was about 25 pounds lighter at the time, making him resemble more of a greyhound than any other breed. Have I mentioned he’s racially ambiguous? By that I mean you literally have no idea what he is by looking …