Through her matted black fur, her curious green eyes observed the strange world around her. Luna was very interested in this harsh world, sniffing everything that came within five feet of her, squirrels, cars— her owner always had to keep her close by because of this—, trees, spots of dry grass on the ground, the neighbors cats.

But even through her adventurous nature, she too understood the cruelty of the world. Her original owner— a man, late 30’s— had used her as a way to make a quick buck through dogfighting. Luna was a though black furred, pure bred bull dog and wasn’t afraid of a fight, yet she preferred to spend her time sniffing around and playing fetch at the dog park.

Luna rubbed her head back and forth against my right leg. I reached my hand out to the top of her head and slowly petted her.