Hello. My name is Lulu. I am a dog.
I live in a house. With a yard. With two humans. They are mommy human and daddy human. They are my family. They love me. They love me more than anyone else in the whole world has ever loved me. I know this because they feed me and they talk to me and they play with me and they let me nibble on their clothes and sit next to them on the sofa, but mostly I know they love me because they save my poop. No one has ever saved my poop before. They collect it in a little bag that smells like purple flowers and carry it home when we’re out walking. I think this is funny because it’s just poop and as far as I know everybody poops, but mine is the only poop they save. That’s how I know they love me more than anyone else in the whole world.
Four California-bound planes departing from the eastern states were hijacked in a heinous attack on Americans. The Islamic terror group, al Qaeda, took immediate credit for orchestrating the coordinated attack under the leadership of Osama bin Laden. Terrorists crashed American Flight 11 and United Flight 175 into Manhattan’s World Trade Center towers. The third plane, American Flight 77, was flown into the Pentagon. Plans for the fourth plane, United Flight 93, intended for a target in Washington, D.C. were foiled when passengers overtook the hijackers, gained control of the plane and crashed it into the ground in an empty field near Sharksville, Pennsylvania.