🐾 Luna Takeover: I'm preparing for surgery, collecting forehead kisses, and taking a temporary leave from work. Healing first. Always. 💜 linktr.ee/skylanarissa #ServiceDog
#LunaTheServiceDingo
#ChronicIllness #Disability

http://thecrippledcryptid.com/2026/05/29/luna-takeover-preparing-for-a-brief-leave-of-absence-%f0%9f%90%be/

Luna Takeover: Preparing for a Brief Leave of Absence 🐾

This week’s Luna Takeover is all about care. With her spay scheduled for June 3rd, Luna is preparing for a brief leave of absence from service dog duties, while Mama prepares for recovery wit…

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🐾 NEW FROM THE CRIPPLED CRYPTID 🧡
This week’s Friday Takeover includes:
🌱 gardens
🎃 orange Jeeps
🐕 service dog supervision
🖤 grief that sneaks into happy moments
💊 disability logistics
✨ and the strange healing power of freedom
“People deserve lives that feel alive.”
#LunaTheServiceDingo

http://thecrippledcryptid.com/2026/05/22/friday-takeover-bed-jail-backyard-tomatoes-and-the-joy-of-small-freedoms/

Friday Takeover: Bed Jail™, Backyard Tomatoes, and the Joy of Small Freedoms

Sometimes survival with chronic illness looks like Bed Jail™, overgrown tomato plants, service dog alerts, grocery delivery disasters, and finding unexpected freedom in an orange Jeep with the wind…

The Crippled Cryptid.

Some weeks feel like survival. This one feels softer. 🖤🐾
New Cryptid Check-In: The Strange Shape of a Good Week.
linktr.ee/skylanarissa #ChronicIllness
#CryptidCheckIn
#ServiceDog #LunaTheServiceDingo

http://thecrippledcryptid.com/2026/05/21/cryptid-check-in-the-strange-shape-of-a-good-week/

Cryptid Check-In: The Strange Shape of a Good Week

Some weeks feel like survival. This one feels softer. Somewhere between electrolyte packets, Luna’s increasingly aggressive hydration surveillance, warm Illinois air through the Jeep windows, and l…

The Crippled Cryptid.

Luna Bean here 🐾
2 years home. Cookies were eaten. Balls were launched. Mama got a Jeep. I supervised everything professionally. 💜
linktr.ee/skylanarissa
#ServiceDog #LunatheServiceDingo #ChronicIllness #Disability

http://thecrippledcryptid.com/2026/05/15/%f0%9f%90%be-friday-luna-takeover-adoptiversary-week-ball-crimes-the-orange-jeep-era/

🐾 Friday Luna Takeover: Adoptiversary Week, Ball Crimes, & The Orange Jeep Era

Luna Bean here. 🐾 Certified Good Girl. Medical alert professional. Ball enthusiast. This week was my 2-year adoptiversary, which meant cookies, salmon, emotional support meatballs, backyard adventu…

The Crippled Cryptid.

Two years of my service dog choosing to stay 🐾
I celebrate by doing more. She celebrates by making me rest.
We’re still negotiating. 💜
linktr.ee/skylanarissa
#ServiceDog #ChronicIllness #DisabledLife #LunaTheServiceDingo #ThursdayCheckIn

http://thecrippledcryptid.com/2026/05/07/%f0%9f%90%be-cryptid-check-in-stay-adoptiversary-week-in-the-den/

🐾 Cryptid Check-In: Stay. (Adoptiversary Week in the Den)

This week in the Den has been hers. Not loudly. Not all at once. But in pieces. Stories. Moments. Two years of her choosing to stay. Two years of her learning me faster than I can keep up with myse…

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The dog knew first. 🐾
Before the diagnosis. Before the words.

Some stories are older than medicine.

🌿 On Familiars & the Dogs Who Know
linktr.ee/skylanarissa

#GotchaDay #FolkloreWednesday #ServiceDog #LunaTheServiceDingo #Adoptiversary #Folklore

http://thecrippledcryptid.com/2026/05/06/%f0%9f%8c%bf-on-familiars-fetches-and-the-dogs-who-know/

🌿 On Familiars, Fetches, and the Dogs Who Know

Before Luna ever learned how to alert- she knew. Before I had language for what my body was doing, she was already listening to it. If this were an old story, no one would question it. They would j…

The Crippled Cryptid.

She wasn’t supposed to be mine.
Just a post. Just a maybe.

But she chose me anyway- and never stopped listening. 🐾💜

linktr.ee/skylanarissa

#ServiceDog #LunatheServiceDingo #Adoptiversary #GotchaDay #AdoptionDay #AustralianCattleDog #PuppyLove

http://thecrippledcryptid.com/2026/05/05/cryptid-dispatch-the-dog-who-chose-me-first/

Cryptid Dispatch: The Dog Who Chose Me First

The floors got louder before I understood why. Before I knew what she was trying to tell me. Before I trusted my own body— I trusted her. She wasn’t supposed to be mine. Not really. Just another po…

The Crippled Cryptid.

Luna says I’ve been “very bad” this week 🐾
4 accidental miles, migraines, and consequences.
Chronic illness isn’t neat, just real. Sit with me a while. 🖤
linktr.ee/skylanarissa
#HealthUpdate #Disability #ChronicIllness #ServiceDog #LunaTheServiceDingo

http://thecrippledcryptid.com/2026/05/02/%f0%9f%97%9d%ef%b8%8f-saturday-health-update-the-week-i-fought-my-body-and-my-better-judgment/

🗝️ Saturday Health Update: The Week I Fought My Body (and My Better Judgment)

Luna says I’ve been “very bad” this week, and honestly? She’s not wrong. Between spring cleaning like I had something to prove, walking four accidental miles, and a migraine that refuses to clock o…

The Crippled Cryptid.

Rain, bad buffet, thrift finds, & a new kind of family. Also my dog mourned her new friends like a Victorian widow 🐾❤️
Life is weird. We’re rolling with it.
🔗 linktr.ee/skylanarissa
#FoundFamily #AncestryDNA #CryptidDispatch #ServiceDog #SDIT #LunatheServiceDingo #DisabledCreator #ChronicIllness

https://dreamingofdragonscom.wordpress.com/2026/04/28/%f0%9f%97%9e%ef%b8%8f-tuesday-cryptid-dispatch-2/

🗞️ TUESDAY CRYPTID DISPATCH

A rainy appointment turns into a questionable buffet, a thrift store treasure hunt, and something much bigger: the quiet beginning of a new family. Somewhere between sticky floors, found relics, an…

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Wrote through migraines, storms, and one very opinionated Service Dingo 🐾💜
25k words & counting. Progress still counts.
linktr.ee/skylanarissa
#WritingCommunity #ChronicIllness #AmWriting
#LunatheServiceDingo #TheCrippledCryptid

https://dreamingofdragonscom.wordpress.com/2026/04/20/wyrm-workbench-writing-through-the-false-spring/

Wyrm Workbench: Writing Through the False Spring

I didn’t wait to feel better this week. I sat upstairs with the birds and the shifting sky, with migraines pressing at the edges and a body that kept trying to call it quits, and I wrote anyway. No…

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