Favorite Monkey
Luna is not the smartest dog in the world. Anyone who’s read anything on this site probably knows that. She is stubborn and hard to train and the veterinarian has told me on more than one occasion that she more than likely suffered some sort of brain damage during Katrina.
Of all the things I’ve tried to teach Luna…of all the words I have tried to engrave into her brain (sit, stay, no!) very few have stuck. But the one word she will always respond to? Monkey. She understands that “Monkey” means her toy. And if you say to her, “Luna! Where’s your monkey?” She’ll run around the apartment until she finds the exact toy she’s looking for. This little guy she’s laying with here is her current favorite monkey. He’s already had surgery twice after a particularly messy tug of war session.
Now if we could only make her understand the words: STOP LICKING YOUR ASS.