Lula came home today.  She is filthy, has fleas, is close to being obsessed with her stitches and, to be frank, smells.  It’s kind of like I adopted myself, though, I don’t think I’ve ever had fleas.  For long.

So – The Stats – She has yet to make a sound or a number two.  She enjoys snausages, and water, but is unsure of the Science Diet Small Bites Adult Dog Food.  She is not a fan of anyone but me, but tolerates people shyly.  She is really fucking smart.  I gave her a few lessons about walking on the left side and sitting, and she totally remembered them when I took her back out again.  She is laying next to me on the couch right now, smelling up the place and possibly giving the couch fleas.  There’s not really much I can do about it until tomorrow, when I get my Advantage supply.   I think she’s a good dog, and we have a bright future together.

Louie likes her, too.