I get the feeling that in the past few months while we were out for a walk with Coltan and Luna, and we would happen upon another family, say with a three year old and a dog, that there might have been some secrets being passed back and forth. My reason for this hypothesis has been Luna’s uncanny ability to sit under the highchair as soon as we mentioned trying to feed Coltan new solid foods, particularly our first attempt at Cheerios. That’s right, not when the first ‘o hit the ground, but as soon Amber said, “Hey, I think Coltan is ready to try some Cheerios.”
It was like an alarm went off alerting her to the fact that this is what all those other dogs with older children had prophesied about. Her land of milk and honey nut Cheerios materializing right before her eyes. Those same eyes looking at us with a puzzling face that then said, “You know Sam, I think he’s ready for lunch meat, let’s give it a try, what’d you say?”





















