I frequently refer to Luna as the "old man" of the house. He is just now 5 years old, but for danes, it means that most of his time here with us has passed. I actually think of it as everything beyond 4 weeks of age for him, is his second chance.

Many of you know that Luna was part of a seize/rescue where his whole litter was found at 4 weeks of age, emaciated and skin rashes. There were thirteen, and 12 made it.

When I went to meet the group at 9 weeks, most of them were crazed (as most puppies are!). They were gorgeous. They were also barking-jumping-climbing and splashing their paws in the water - making such a mess. I was overwhelmed to say the least but resisted the urge to turn-tail and run. I took a deep breath and looking over the mass of swirling puppies all bouncing about, I suddenly saw one peek up...

He was waaaaay at the end, tucked in the corner. A sleepy - yawning puppy head appeared in truly delayed fashion. Without missing a beat, I threw my hand out, index finger extended and pointing... and said, "That one! The sleepy one in the corner - I'll take him!" The rest is history.

Tonight's crawl is dedicated to the ol'man of the house, who groans to herald in his afternoon nap... and to old men everywhere - Majordanes salutes you!