It is not possible to love Luna.  You just can’t. She is ugly, smelly, rude and ill-tempered. Nobody has a good word to say about her, really, or wants to know about her or visit with her. She loves only Elvis and food, and beats up on Harold and grunts at people. She stinks. I can’t say I love Luna, but she lives pretty well for such an ungainly creature, and Elvis is crazy about her. He can love her.