Lua has a great story, even though I don't know all the parts. I feel like I should say her full name here or something. First, middle, and last. But it's just Lua. She is a dog afterall.
I adopted Lua while I was living in DC. I moved down in February of 2008. By March I was volunteering at a no kill shelter. By May I had Lua.
Lua was at the shelter when I started volunteering in March. I was in the right place at the right time. I remember the moment I walked past her run. Her ears pricked up and she locked eyes with me. It was a case of love at first sight. As soon as I could I began the process of adoption. It took longer than expected, Lua was a little sick. I was set to take her home in April, but they had to keep her an extra month to make sure she got over all her illnesses. The only background they had on her was that they had picked her up at a shelter in Baltimore. She was on the list of dogs to be euthanized. They took her the same day.
When I brought Lua home she was 42 pounds and supposedly 11 months old. I was told that she may put on a few pounds, but was pretty close to full size. They didn't know her breed, so they guessed.
Lua is now just shy of a 100 pound dog. I had her DNA tested because I was curious and because of her previous health issues I wanted to make sure there would be no surprises popping up from her breed. She's 50/50, German Shepherd and Rottweiler. No surprises there.
Lua has lived with me in Washington, DC on Long Island, NY and now in New York City.