I took Jennifer's fun idea to make a stop motion video, combined it with Heather's catchy title and voilá! Here is another look at Luna's adventures in rolling.
Whenever Luna catches a certain smell she feels compelled to flip herself on her back and roll around on it. When she is done, she flips herself back up and trots along like nothing every happened. The other day, I was able to get some shots of her flailing around in the grass.
First, she spots the scent and paws at it a bit.
Then she flips herself over and begins to wiggle around.
Then when she thinks she has annihilated the scent, she flips herself back up.
The other night the pugs were restless so I gave them a Kong. I shot a little video of Luna working to get the peanut butter out of her Kong. It's a wonder she doesn't tire out her little tongue.
With as many sleepy shots of Luna that I have, I'm thinking I could start a blog feature called Case of the Mondays.
While she looks very cranky, she perks right up if you call her name or if she hears particular noises coming from the kitchen. It is just when Luna sleeps, she goes all out and really gives it her all.
It is very hard for me to believe that this is the same pug that was so nervous that she tried to sleep standing up when we first adopted her. Judging by the way she sleeps now, I think it is safe to say she is felling pretty safe now.
One workday last week, I broke for lunch at my usual time and I took the pugs out to the yard to go potty as I usually do. It was a hot day and the pugs weren't too interested in doing much so they took the opportunity to sprawl out in the grass and catch some rays from the sun. I was quite hungry, so I told the pugs to enjoy the sun and I went back in the house to start preparing lunch. I knew the pugs would come in the house in a few minutes after they got hot. Plus, the pugs never miss the opportunity to beg for a few table scraps.
As I was toasting my bread, I peaked out the window and saw the pugs were right were I left them. I finished making my lunch and just as I sat down at the table to eat, I heard the doggie door flap open and in came Benjamin and Henry. About 2 minutes later, I heard the door flap again and I knew that Luna was making her way in from the yard. But before I saw here, I smelled her. The yummy smell of my lunch was suddenly overrun by the smell of poop.
As Luna sauntered over to me, I could see that her front shoulder was covered in poop. And even though, I didn't see how Luna came to be covered in poop, I knew exactly how it happened.
Having no other choice, I picked my lunch up off the table and carried Luna off for an impromptu bath in the set tub. We had quite a bit of fun getting her cleaned up and after about a good half hour of scrubbing and rinsing little Looney was smelling more like her usual self.
Little Luna would get the camp's 'Most Improved' award. Not because her swimming has improved, her swimming skills have always been stellar, but because her fear of the water has decreased tremendously.
Luna's normal swim camp routine is to be carried to the far end of the pool and then swim to the step at the other end of the pool. At first she didn't want to leave her camp counselor accompanying her in the deep end. You would put her down and she would just circle you. So we started swimming to the step and she happily followed. After doing that a few times, she figured out how to swim to the step all on her own and no longer needed to be escorted.
And when she is swimming to the step, she is a woman on a mission.
And then she gets to take a little break on the step before she does another lap.