Man, I miss my girl.

She had just come home with us. Still in the house training phase, but reliably holding it for the most part.

So, she was tiny. Just a wee corgi pup with two floppy ears still. All yips and puppy breath and love.

We’re outside, and she’s watering the lawn while looking for just the right spot to fertilize.

Up the road comes Bart. Big ol’ mixed breed with some pitty in him. Sweet dog, but too smart for his own good, smart enough to escape his yard at will. Which is why Bart did not make it to old age, unfortunately.

Bart is a buddy. He kinda treated most of the neighborhood as second homes, but would sit on our porch and bark until I would come say hello.

Luna, my little corgi love did not know Bart. She saw him coming, just chugging along across the yard and lets out the loudest yip, gets in front of me. She starts growling, her hackles rise up, and Bart stops cold.

Bart looks at me like “the fuck is this?” He moves forward doing his best “I’m a sweet boy” walk. My little one growls again and steps toward him, in between us. She was not fucking around. Bart sits and kinda watches her for a bit, while I’m sitting her down and preparing to introduce them, getting her calmed and into the right frame of mind.

And they ended up getting along great.

But that little girl was going to fuck that monster dog up, at least in her mind. No way was that big ol beast going to mess with her human.

Yesterday was the date she was euthanized, two years ago. Fifteen years, and was always that dedicated to her people.

Unless it was a rabbit. Luna wasn’t about to tangle with a rabbit.

My little guy would attempt to take on a bear.