Female Brindle Boxer | Luna 🌙 – Puppies Created with Care & Love

DOB. 04/17/2017

Let me introduce you to the most regal, bed-hogging, child-trampoline known to canine kind: Luna, the female Boxer with a brindle coat that shines more than a full moon.

Luna prides herself on two things: her ability to remain as unbothered as a cat in a sunbeam and her legendary status as the only dog in history to consider “chill” too intense a word for her level of calm. She strolls through life with the grace of a duchess and the carefree demeanor of someone who has never known the horror of an empty treat jar.

A connoisseur of comfort, this lady detests the cold with such passion that you’d think the weather personally insulted her ancestors. Her relationship with water is equally frosty; baths are met with a look of betrayal so profound, you’d expect to find her running away once she sees hose.

Coração and Luna running in Gualala Beach‘s sand

The kids in her life have unanimously voted her “Best Bouncy Castle,” as she’s the only castle that cuddles you back after the siege of playtime. They leap, they jump, they dive, and through it all, Luna remains as serene as a monk in deep meditation.

Despite her disdain for the weather’s less pleasant offerings, Luna is no dainty flower. She’s a guard, a silent sentinel, with a bark that says, “Halt, who goes there?” and a heart so big, it could serve as the neighborhood watch by itself. She’s as likely to lick an intruder into submission as she is to stare them down with her soulful, gentle eyes that say, “I could get up, but then who would warm this spot?”

Her big heart has room for everyone, and she dishes out love with the generosity of a billionaire in a giving mood. Luna is the kind of dog that would donate her last biscuit to a puppy in need, then console herself with the knowledge that the greatest treat is love. And, of course, the occasional belly rub.

But let us not forget the symphony of snores that serenade the household every night. Each snort is a note, each whistle a melody, in a lullaby so potent it could put insomnia to shame. It’s her way of saying, “All’s right with the world—I’ve got my bed, my humans, and my dignity intact (as long as we forget about bath time).”